A.N. Keep watching this space, I'm going to be adding to it.
Cookies
No one other than Yumiko herself was allowed to use her kitchen for more than average meal preperation. Dion had used it only a handful of times in the entire time they had lived in the quiant little cottage. When she had left him the house for a few days, she'd left specific instructions not to attempt anything drastic in her kitchen. The end result was that he had nothing in to actually cook.
Yumiko loved her kitchen. It was her space. Her kitchen classroom had to be set out for the ease of use by students, and even the communal kitchen had to be set up so others could use it. No, the kitchen in her home was her kingdom and she could rule over it however she liked. Only those she deemed worthy were allowed to even enter between the counters and attempt to cook something.
While no one was allowed to use it alone, Yumi didn't mind being there supervising. She couldn't just sit back and watch, however, she had to get stuck in and help. She kept utensils in specific places, sometimes not in the logical of places either which could lead to a lot of confusion for those that didn't know exactly where she kept everything. She couldn't help but smile as she watched expressions turn from focused to lost and confused.
The bell dangling from the pompom on her Santa hat jingled against her shoulder as she watched that change occur on Alex's face. Poppy was out shopping with her father, and since she didn't want to be on her own, Yumi had invited Alex to come over. She even enticed him with freshly baked Christmas cookies. What she didn't tell him though, was that he was going to be helping her make the cookies.
Chuckling softly to herself, she pushed off from her spot of leaning against the counter to over where he'd reached up to search through the cupboard near the cooker. "You keep stirring the caramel," she told him as she brushed her hand over his shoulder. "I'll get the saucepan."
"How do you find anything in here?" he asked, looking back down at the simmering caramel.
"I keep things where I find them easiest for me to find," she replied back as she crouched down before a cupboard and searched through the pots and pans with a clatter. "I assume you do the same in your dental surgery?"
"The nurse finds everything for me," he replied with a sly grin. "I don't even need to tidy up."
"Such a gentleman, Alex," she purred into his ear as she came up behind him, placing down the pan on a free hob, her other arm curling around his waist. "You should consider yourself special."
He grinned even more. "I do."
She faked shock, gasping and smacking his shoulder playfully, moving away from him to add ingredients to the new pan. "I meant about the fact I'm letting you in my kitchen. Dion and I never really baked anything together."
"Never?" he sounded...sad? Yumi couldn't place the tone, but he didn't sound delighted by the fact he was getting special treatment compared to her ex-husband.
She smiled at him when he looked over at her. "We'd cook together sometimes, but whenever Christmas came around he preferred to steer clear of the kitchen. I have no complaints, he looked after Poppy instead. It was hard to cook anything and carry a baby around, and as she grew older he just continued to keep her company." She chuckled to herself. "Sometimes it was like the food magically appeared for them whenever I disappeared for a few hours."
"So why am I helping you?"
Bumping her hip against him, Yumi nudged him aside to take over stirring and adding things to the pots simmering away on the cooker. Since he was shifted out of the way, Alex moved to stand behind her, arms encircling her hips. "You're helping me because I wanted a change this year."
"Can we make the cookies tooth shaped?"
"No, Alex, teeth are not Christmasy." She turned down the heat on some and off on the others, then turned around in his arms and smiled brightly up at him. "But I suppose we can have one that's shaped like a tooth; just for you."
Merry Christmas
Christmas T.V. programs had to be the most boring programs ever developed for public viewing. No matter how many times he flicked through the channels, Sebastian just couldn't find anything to watch. Finally settling on something that didn't seem like it was going to rot his brain with happiness and technicolour cheer, Sebastian stretched out languidly over the sofa as he set the remote control down and prepared to sit and allow his brain to turn to mush for the duration on the Christmas holidays.
As he sat there, he heard the jingle of a bell. Glancing up from the television set, dark eyes caught sight of Rockstar trotting happily towards him. The puppy was the source of the sound as it jangled every time he moved closer right up to the point where he jumped up onto Sebastian's lap. Running his hand affectionatly over the dog's head, Sebastian noticed that the bell was attached to a green and red glittery bow.
"Did Kelsea put a bow on you?" he asked the dog, ruffling his fur.
Rockstar didn't reply verbally, only looked at him in that stupidly happy way every dog looks at its owner.
"You shouldn't let him jump up on the sofa," spoke a voice from behind the sofa. Tilting his head back to look upon the owner of the voice, he smiled at the gruff looking blond pulling the scarf away from his neck. "I don't want his fur all over my clothes."
"He's my dog; this is my home. If you don't want fur coated clothes, don't visit me."
"Hmph," was all that Florian replied with. With the obvious skill of someone exceptionally gracefull, Florian vaulted over the back of the sofa and sat himself down, shouldering Sebastian in an attempt to get him to move over and make space for him.
At the sudden appearance of the young blond man on his master's sofa, Rockstar leapt down and moved to lay on the floor next to where Sebastian put his feet only moments after the dog had left his lap. The weight of the dog was replaced with the weight of Florian's long slim legs, hooking them over Sebastian's lap.
"I hope you didn't break my lock when you broke in," Sebastian said, stroking his hand down Florian's leg.
"I don't need to break in anymore; I have a key." Ignoring the television, Florian buried his nose in a book.
"Funny, I don't remember giving you a key."
"I never implied that you did." Florian looked up over the top of his book. He wasn't smiling, but Sebastian could see the childish smirk that was hiding beneath somewhere.
His relaxing in front of the T.V. had been interrupted, and it was highly unlikely he was going to be able to sprawl out on the cushions with Florian stretched out over him. "Florian?"
"Hmmm?"
"Joyeux Noel."
That got a visible smile out him.
My, My, My
Ewan rubbed his eyes in his sleep and rolled over, shifting closer to the body of warmth that was laying next to him. He was too deep in sleep to hear the voices talking in hushed whispers near the bed.
"We can't possibly wake them now, Jamie," said one voice.
"But its Christmas. When have we ever let the twins sleep in past nine on Christmas morning?" responded another.
"But look at how cute they look!" exclaimed the first. "My baby looks so happy snuggled up with him; I can't bring myself to break them apart just because you want your Christmas tradition."
"If we don't, Wednesday in all her pregnant glory is going to come in here and wake them up - or Jojo. Do you really want to set that sex offender on Sam?"
"Have you woken them up yet?" asked a third voice.
"Kate doesn't want to wake her baby boy," said the first voice.
"Raleigh's been awake since five this morning. If you don't hurry he's going to pass out on the couch and drool all over your cushions," replied the third.
"Uncle Raleigh will pay for the cleaning bill if he ever thinks he's going to drool on my couch!"
"Sshhh...Sam just moved."
"He's not dead, Jamie."
"I'm not asleep either," said the one curled up with Ewan. "Is this how you wake Ewan every Christmas?"
"He normally doesn't have someone in bed with him, so we're usually a bit more...expressive when waking him up."
Ewan mumbled, nuzzling his face into the warmth of the torso next to him. "They're watching us, aren't they?" he mumbled sleepily.
That was all the announcement the trio needed. Suddenly the curtains were thrown back to allo the sun to stream in, and shouting and hooting began.
"Morning sunshine!" exclaimed his mother. "Santa's been and left you lots of presents!"
Rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm, Ewan sat up and glared at his parents. Elliot hung in the doorway, watching the scene unfold. "I think I would have preferred you coming in and jumping on me to wake me," he said. "Other than you all watching me sleep."
"But you two looked to cute together!" Kate announced. "I won't run off with your blankets this year; I don't think your father would like to find out if Sam sleeps naked or not."
"Just because you want a look.." Jamie grumbled, tugging his wife towards the door. "Let them get up then. We're not opening presents in Ewan's room."
Ewan sat wrapped up in the warm blankets, watching his crazy parents and their friend leave. Once the door had shut behind them, he looked over at Sam and gave a sheepish smile. "Merry Christmas, Sam."
It was about ten minutes later, but Sam and Ewan left Ewan's bedroom and entered the living room. The Christmas tree took up most of the space; beautifully decorated in reds and golds. Ewan had expected a few more visitors than just Elliot, Raleigh and their adopted kids. Brook was about fifteen by now, and Andra about eleven. It felt like years since he'd seen them. Wednesday looked tired as she stretched out over the other couch, her feet in Jojo's lap. Out of all the people in Ewan's extended family, Jojo was the only one never to have kids. It was just him and his boyfriend Aubrey. Speaking of the other man, he wasn't with Jojo.
"Where's Abbie?"
Jojo looked up from massaging Weds' feet. "He's spending it with his sister," he said. "I wanted to come see my Godson and his new toy." He grinned up at Sam who had come up behind Ewan. "Hello, nurse!"
Sam merely smiled at him and sat down next to Raleigh. Raleigh was safe territory. He'd lived near Sam's childhood home and Sam had practically grown up with him around. His mother had used him and Elliot as babysitters when he'd been little.
"Jojo, don't rape the poor lad," Kate said as she knelt down in front of the tree with all its presents built up around the base. "He's Ewan's boyfriend, and therefore out of bounds for you." She rummaged around in the presents, inspecting the labels before passing them out one by one. "Plus, I don't think Aubrey would approve of you molesting someone half your age."
Saturday, 19 December 2009
Monday, 7 December 2009
Wedding Day
A.N. I forget the age difference between Sam and Ewan. I think its only three years. It can easilly be changed if I'm wrong x)
Although TIME BENDS TO MY WILL!
P.S. I failed at writing something sexy for your birthday, Cali, so instead you get cute.
There was a playground near his great-uncle's apartment where all the local children came and played. His great-uncle Raleigh had brought him to this place for years. Ewan and his twin sister had made quite a few friends in the playground and were often asked for whenever Raleigh or Elliot were spotted without them. Some days Zak brought Asher along, and Lake would join them with Tatyana and Luka. Some of the kids made fun of Luka for his accent and the fact he was always so nervous. Wednesday and Ewan always stuck up for him. Some of the bigger kids were scared of Wednesday. She'd headbutted one bully when she was five.
Seven year old Ewan sat on the swing set, using the swinging motion of his legs to swing higher and higher. So lost in concentration he barely heard his sister yelling up at him.
"Ewwie!"
Dragging his heels in the sand, Ewan slowed down and loked at his twin curiously. She had her hands on her hips and an excited look on her face. "Sammy is here!"
Sammy - or Samson Porter - was one of the older kids that lived nearby. The Sage twins had met him while they were still toddlers. Samsom had been at the playground with his mother and knowing the woman, Raleigh and Elliot sat with her while she watched her son playing. Wednesday was desperate to rush off and play too; while Ewan remained resigned about everything going on around him. Raleigh fretted over letting them loose in what could potentially be a dangerous place for little children, but Elliot had persuaded him to let them play. Ravenna had asked her son to keep an eye on them.
Wednesday seemed set on doing everything herself whenever the older boy offered to help her. Ewan just hung around on the ground, shaking his head mutely whenever Samson asked if he wanted to go and play on anything. Over the years though, Ewan had become more and more accustomed to the playground. His favourite thing to play on was the swings. Samson was the only person in the entire world that could push him the highest. This therefore made Samson his hero.
Samson was ten now, but he still came to play.
"Weally?" he asked, still sitting on the softly swaying swing. "Sth...Sss...S-aammy?"
Wednesday nodded her head furiously. "We're all playing, you should come and play too!" she grabbed her twin's hand and dragged him over to where the group of children had gathered.
Tatyana stood at the forefront of the group. "So we're going to play something AWESOME!" she announced, flipping one of her pigtails over her shoulder. "Its called WEDDINGS!"
"That's booooooorrriiinnng, 'Yana," announced one of the children.
"No its not!" she called out. "My Daddy says its a magical thing! It bonds two friends together forever."
"But none of us want to get married," called out another of the children.
Tatyana pulled her lips into her mouth in thought, sucking on them while she tried to think of a pair to be the main feature for their game of marriage. "Sammy! I'm sure someone will marry Sammy!" she called out, pointing out the ten year old who stood just off one side, listening in but not actively engaging. He looked shocked when he was announced, looking around the group to see what their reaction was.
"Ewwie will marry Sammy!" Wednesday called out. "He's always liked him."
"He's jus a fwend, Wedday," mumbled Ewan, looking sheepishly down at his sneakers. "And we're both boys."
Tatyana clapped her hands together in delight. "Boys can get married too," she said. "My Daddy and Dimitry are boys, but they'll get married one day, I know they will. My Mommy even says so too." she glanced over at Luka who was hovering out of the way. "Right, Luka?"
The boy nodded silently.
Tatyana called out a word none of the other children - bar Luka - understood. She did that from time to time. Dimitri was teaching her Russian and she liked to use it whenever she could. It also made her feel like it was a special language between her, Dimitri and Luka. No one else knew what they were saying; it was their secret. "So Sammy and Ewwie are going to get married!"
Ewan really didn't know what to say or what to do and so went along with the other children. When Tatyana made them stand next to one another, Samson leaned over and whispered to him "I don't mind that its you; you're nice and you're my best friend here."
Ewan swallowed the lump in his throat at those words. Samson was always so nice to him.
"Asher can sing the wedding music," Tatyana annouced. "He said his Daddy taught him the words."
Grinning proudly, the dark haired youth that was probably the oldest in the group stood before Tatyana, his hands clasped together in front of him and his head bowed. He stood like that for a few moments before throwing his head back and singing. "Here comes the bride, she's really wide! Ain't she a beauty, lets all admire her booty!"
"They're boys, Asher!" Wednesday shouted out from her spot beside her brother.
"Well I'm sorrry, Miss-it has-to-be-right, but that's the way the song is, and my Dad is never wrong - unless Mom says he is and then he's a dork."
"You're a dork."
"You were a dork first."
"NO FIGHTING!" yelled Tatyana, pushing Asher away and taking his place. "This is supposed to be a happy thing. Tell Uncle Zakky that he's a dork for not teaching you a boys version." She grinned proudly and clapped her hands together again. "Now Sammy and Ewwie - Ewwie and Sammy." She looked at Samson. "Do you take Ewwie to be your betrothed forever, never to make them cry or hurt them, cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Uhm...I do?"
"Do you mean it?
Samson frowned, but not wanting to invite the wrath of the younger girl, he nodded. "Yeah, I do."
The girl turned to Ewan, "Do you take Sammy to be your betrothed forever, never to make them cry or hurt them, cross your heart and hope to die?"
Ewan nodded, eyes wide and he fidgeted. His sister nudged him and he barked out "I do."
"I now announced you married! You have to kiss now!"
Several 'ewwww's rose through the crowd of gathered children. Ewan's eyes were focused on the ground and he saw Samson's sneakers move into his vision. "You have to look up, Ewwie," the older boy said. Doing as he was told, Ewan looked up and Samson kissed him quick and on the very corner of his mouth.
Tatyana clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "That was barely a peck."
"Kissing is not something I go around doing," Samson told her. "I played your game, don't get fussy."
The girl pouted at him, but didn't press on. Instead, she turned to the crowd of children still watching intently. "now lets marry someone else! Who wants to marry Asher?"
There was a shout of disapproval from said boy and he took off across the playground. With a yell, Tatyana raced after him. Soon a game of chase began and many of the children joined in. Ewan remained where he was, brows creased in thought.
"When I get married properly, I hope its not like this," Samson said.
"I don' know if I will get mawwied," responded Ewan, still feeling a little nervous and a little silly for being nervous. Samson was one of his close friends. The older boy had always been so nice to him.
"If you do, promise me you'll invite me."
Ewan stared at him with wide eyes. "You'll still be my fwend?"
Samson smiled brightly at him. "I'll always be your friend, Ewwie."
About thirteen (I think) years later
Ewan sat on the bench, looking out over the playground while the children raced around playing, screaming and generally just be children. One day he'd come here with the baby that was growing inside Jung. He'd be the proud parent helping the giggling little child climb across the monkey bars. With a child that was his racing around he wouldn't look so out of place as he did now. The playground wasn't too far from the repair shop, within walking distance.
Ewan opened and closed the fingers of his right hand, staring at the blast of purple fire that flashed everytime he quickly uncurled his fingers. Someone nearby had quite the interesting power. It wasn't a flame that burned with heat. Infact it felt cold whenever he managed to hold the flame steady and constant. It gave off a cool chill rather than a blast of warmth like normal fire. He wondered who the power belonged to. There were actually quite a few gifted people at the playground, but this power was the most interesting to look at.
Looking up from his hand, he caught a little boy of about seven or so looking straight at him. The lad grinned and held out both his hands, the purple flame bursting to life just above his palms. His mother obviously noticed him showing off, because a woman yelled out over the sounds of the shouts of children. Looking scorned, the boy stopped his power and raced over to his mother.
Suddenly a new set of sounds joined the jumble of voices. Plants. Something in his brain clicked, snapping up knowledge of a power he'd been developing within himself. Most powers came and went, leaving barely a mark within him. One power, however, he now had quite an intimate knowledge of. he even had quite the intimate knowledge of the person who the power belonged to.
"Didn't think I'd find you here," Sam said as he came up behind the bench Ewan was sprawled on. "You don't seem the type to lurk in playgrounds."
"I used to love the swings," he responded, tilting his head back to look up at the older male. "I was remembering the ones near my great-uncle Raleigh's old apartment."
Sam chuckled and moved around to join Ewan on the bench. Ewan moved his legs to let him sit down, only to place them on his lap once he'd settled. "You used to yell at me to push you higher. Some days my arms would ache so much."
"Which is why they're so muscular now," Ewan replied with a smirk. "You were the only one who could push me so high though. Weds' was always freakishly strong. I was scared she'd push me into space."
"Do you still keep in touch with some of the others? Raleigh and Elliot were close friends with their parents, but not so much your parents."
"Well, you know where Luka is - as for the others, no not really. I should though. I hear Asher is in a band and Tatyana is practically famous. The others I've sort of lost contact with."
"That's quite sad," Sam said, stroking his hand down Ewan's leg. "We used to have so much fun playing together."
Ewan looked over at Sam's face. "Do you remember one game Tatyana made us play?"
"She made us play a lot of games, Ewan"
"One in particular. I thought it was silly at the time - I mean I didn't even have a crush on you or anything. You were awesome and everything, but I never really thought about people in that way when I was a kid."
Sam laughed as he remembered the day. "We got married."
Ewan fidgeted on the bench, nibbling on his lower lip somewhat nervously. "You know, we never had a divorce. Does that mean we're still married?"
Sam chuckled. "I don't think it counted back then, but if you put it like that, then yeah; we're still married."
Ewan grinned, sat up and leaned over to place a kiss on Sam's cheek. "I'll have to thank Tatyana for marrying us then."
Although TIME BENDS TO MY WILL!
P.S. I failed at writing something sexy for your birthday, Cali, so instead you get cute.
There was a playground near his great-uncle's apartment where all the local children came and played. His great-uncle Raleigh had brought him to this place for years. Ewan and his twin sister had made quite a few friends in the playground and were often asked for whenever Raleigh or Elliot were spotted without them. Some days Zak brought Asher along, and Lake would join them with Tatyana and Luka. Some of the kids made fun of Luka for his accent and the fact he was always so nervous. Wednesday and Ewan always stuck up for him. Some of the bigger kids were scared of Wednesday. She'd headbutted one bully when she was five.
Seven year old Ewan sat on the swing set, using the swinging motion of his legs to swing higher and higher. So lost in concentration he barely heard his sister yelling up at him.
"Ewwie!"
Dragging his heels in the sand, Ewan slowed down and loked at his twin curiously. She had her hands on her hips and an excited look on her face. "Sammy is here!"
Sammy - or Samson Porter - was one of the older kids that lived nearby. The Sage twins had met him while they were still toddlers. Samsom had been at the playground with his mother and knowing the woman, Raleigh and Elliot sat with her while she watched her son playing. Wednesday was desperate to rush off and play too; while Ewan remained resigned about everything going on around him. Raleigh fretted over letting them loose in what could potentially be a dangerous place for little children, but Elliot had persuaded him to let them play. Ravenna had asked her son to keep an eye on them.
Wednesday seemed set on doing everything herself whenever the older boy offered to help her. Ewan just hung around on the ground, shaking his head mutely whenever Samson asked if he wanted to go and play on anything. Over the years though, Ewan had become more and more accustomed to the playground. His favourite thing to play on was the swings. Samson was the only person in the entire world that could push him the highest. This therefore made Samson his hero.
Samson was ten now, but he still came to play.
"Weally?" he asked, still sitting on the softly swaying swing. "Sth...Sss...S-aammy?"
Wednesday nodded her head furiously. "We're all playing, you should come and play too!" she grabbed her twin's hand and dragged him over to where the group of children had gathered.
Tatyana stood at the forefront of the group. "So we're going to play something AWESOME!" she announced, flipping one of her pigtails over her shoulder. "Its called WEDDINGS!"
"That's booooooorrriiinnng, 'Yana," announced one of the children.
"No its not!" she called out. "My Daddy says its a magical thing! It bonds two friends together forever."
"But none of us want to get married," called out another of the children.
Tatyana pulled her lips into her mouth in thought, sucking on them while she tried to think of a pair to be the main feature for their game of marriage. "Sammy! I'm sure someone will marry Sammy!" she called out, pointing out the ten year old who stood just off one side, listening in but not actively engaging. He looked shocked when he was announced, looking around the group to see what their reaction was.
"Ewwie will marry Sammy!" Wednesday called out. "He's always liked him."
"He's jus a fwend, Wedday," mumbled Ewan, looking sheepishly down at his sneakers. "And we're both boys."
Tatyana clapped her hands together in delight. "Boys can get married too," she said. "My Daddy and Dimitry are boys, but they'll get married one day, I know they will. My Mommy even says so too." she glanced over at Luka who was hovering out of the way. "Right, Luka?"
The boy nodded silently.
Tatyana called out a word none of the other children - bar Luka - understood. She did that from time to time. Dimitri was teaching her Russian and she liked to use it whenever she could. It also made her feel like it was a special language between her, Dimitri and Luka. No one else knew what they were saying; it was their secret. "So Sammy and Ewwie are going to get married!"
Ewan really didn't know what to say or what to do and so went along with the other children. When Tatyana made them stand next to one another, Samson leaned over and whispered to him "I don't mind that its you; you're nice and you're my best friend here."
Ewan swallowed the lump in his throat at those words. Samson was always so nice to him.
"Asher can sing the wedding music," Tatyana annouced. "He said his Daddy taught him the words."
Grinning proudly, the dark haired youth that was probably the oldest in the group stood before Tatyana, his hands clasped together in front of him and his head bowed. He stood like that for a few moments before throwing his head back and singing. "Here comes the bride, she's really wide! Ain't she a beauty, lets all admire her booty!"
"They're boys, Asher!" Wednesday shouted out from her spot beside her brother.
"Well I'm sorrry, Miss-it has-to-be-right, but that's the way the song is, and my Dad is never wrong - unless Mom says he is and then he's a dork."
"You're a dork."
"You were a dork first."
"NO FIGHTING!" yelled Tatyana, pushing Asher away and taking his place. "This is supposed to be a happy thing. Tell Uncle Zakky that he's a dork for not teaching you a boys version." She grinned proudly and clapped her hands together again. "Now Sammy and Ewwie - Ewwie and Sammy." She looked at Samson. "Do you take Ewwie to be your betrothed forever, never to make them cry or hurt them, cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Uhm...I do?"
"Do you mean it?
Samson frowned, but not wanting to invite the wrath of the younger girl, he nodded. "Yeah, I do."
The girl turned to Ewan, "Do you take Sammy to be your betrothed forever, never to make them cry or hurt them, cross your heart and hope to die?"
Ewan nodded, eyes wide and he fidgeted. His sister nudged him and he barked out "I do."
"I now announced you married! You have to kiss now!"
Several 'ewwww's rose through the crowd of gathered children. Ewan's eyes were focused on the ground and he saw Samson's sneakers move into his vision. "You have to look up, Ewwie," the older boy said. Doing as he was told, Ewan looked up and Samson kissed him quick and on the very corner of his mouth.
Tatyana clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "That was barely a peck."
"Kissing is not something I go around doing," Samson told her. "I played your game, don't get fussy."
The girl pouted at him, but didn't press on. Instead, she turned to the crowd of children still watching intently. "now lets marry someone else! Who wants to marry Asher?"
There was a shout of disapproval from said boy and he took off across the playground. With a yell, Tatyana raced after him. Soon a game of chase began and many of the children joined in. Ewan remained where he was, brows creased in thought.
"When I get married properly, I hope its not like this," Samson said.
"I don' know if I will get mawwied," responded Ewan, still feeling a little nervous and a little silly for being nervous. Samson was one of his close friends. The older boy had always been so nice to him.
"If you do, promise me you'll invite me."
Ewan stared at him with wide eyes. "You'll still be my fwend?"
Samson smiled brightly at him. "I'll always be your friend, Ewwie."
About thirteen (I think) years later
Ewan sat on the bench, looking out over the playground while the children raced around playing, screaming and generally just be children. One day he'd come here with the baby that was growing inside Jung. He'd be the proud parent helping the giggling little child climb across the monkey bars. With a child that was his racing around he wouldn't look so out of place as he did now. The playground wasn't too far from the repair shop, within walking distance.
Ewan opened and closed the fingers of his right hand, staring at the blast of purple fire that flashed everytime he quickly uncurled his fingers. Someone nearby had quite the interesting power. It wasn't a flame that burned with heat. Infact it felt cold whenever he managed to hold the flame steady and constant. It gave off a cool chill rather than a blast of warmth like normal fire. He wondered who the power belonged to. There were actually quite a few gifted people at the playground, but this power was the most interesting to look at.
Looking up from his hand, he caught a little boy of about seven or so looking straight at him. The lad grinned and held out both his hands, the purple flame bursting to life just above his palms. His mother obviously noticed him showing off, because a woman yelled out over the sounds of the shouts of children. Looking scorned, the boy stopped his power and raced over to his mother.
Suddenly a new set of sounds joined the jumble of voices. Plants. Something in his brain clicked, snapping up knowledge of a power he'd been developing within himself. Most powers came and went, leaving barely a mark within him. One power, however, he now had quite an intimate knowledge of. he even had quite the intimate knowledge of the person who the power belonged to.
"Didn't think I'd find you here," Sam said as he came up behind the bench Ewan was sprawled on. "You don't seem the type to lurk in playgrounds."
"I used to love the swings," he responded, tilting his head back to look up at the older male. "I was remembering the ones near my great-uncle Raleigh's old apartment."
Sam chuckled and moved around to join Ewan on the bench. Ewan moved his legs to let him sit down, only to place them on his lap once he'd settled. "You used to yell at me to push you higher. Some days my arms would ache so much."
"Which is why they're so muscular now," Ewan replied with a smirk. "You were the only one who could push me so high though. Weds' was always freakishly strong. I was scared she'd push me into space."
"Do you still keep in touch with some of the others? Raleigh and Elliot were close friends with their parents, but not so much your parents."
"Well, you know where Luka is - as for the others, no not really. I should though. I hear Asher is in a band and Tatyana is practically famous. The others I've sort of lost contact with."
"That's quite sad," Sam said, stroking his hand down Ewan's leg. "We used to have so much fun playing together."
Ewan looked over at Sam's face. "Do you remember one game Tatyana made us play?"
"She made us play a lot of games, Ewan"
"One in particular. I thought it was silly at the time - I mean I didn't even have a crush on you or anything. You were awesome and everything, but I never really thought about people in that way when I was a kid."
Sam laughed as he remembered the day. "We got married."
Ewan fidgeted on the bench, nibbling on his lower lip somewhat nervously. "You know, we never had a divorce. Does that mean we're still married?"
Sam chuckled. "I don't think it counted back then, but if you put it like that, then yeah; we're still married."
Ewan grinned, sat up and leaned over to place a kiss on Sam's cheek. "I'll have to thank Tatyana for marrying us then."
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
Wake Up Older
Rain thundered relentlessly against the windows. Outside the storm was raging, and the only source of light in the apartment came from outside. Streetlights and the constant glow of the civilized world now and again lost under the bright flash of lightning. Shadows danced over the walls. The sounds of the streets below echoed all the way up to the third floor, muffled by height and foundations.
They'd buried him yesterday. It was a pathetic service. A skeleton funeral for a man who'd lost the ability to care for people like a normal human being. No parents came to weep over their lost son, torn from their lives way before his time. Some of the people there had only turned up out of sympathy for the one person who actually cared that this run down, forgotten wreck of a man had died.
He still wore the suit. He hadn't even bothered to change. The white shirt was wrinkled beyond measure. The black tie had been pulled off and wrapped around his right hand like a bandage. Hair was a mess, there were bangs under his eyes. He'd barely slept, giving in to the darkness when the alcohol sang in his veins like a mother's lullaby and sleeping on the couch.
He was now seated on the cool wooden floor, head resting back against the bare brick wall of his studio apartment, eyes staring out unseeing through the window that encompassed most of the far wall. The world outside was dark, murky and visibly moving as the rain water drifted down the glass. Fingers stroked the smooth surface of the glass in his hand, swirling the dark liquid within. With a heavy sigh, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a hard swallow of the alcohol, feeling it burn as it flowed down his throat.
Few people had liked Evan by the end. In the begining he'd been a bright and youthful young man. Filled with energy and light, Evan could start a party in a morgue and people would throughly enjoy themselves. He could still remember the way the lad had introduced himself to him. A coffee shop and a hand-held game console. Someone had sat themselves down in the seat opposite him in the little booth. He'd looked over the top of his DS at a pair of vibrant green eyes that belonged to a lad with a wicked grin. "What ya' playin'?" he'd asked. It was hard not to instantly like the stranger, despite the invasion of privacy.
He'd liked that particular coffee shop, even though it was further from the campus than its cheaper rival. It had been the place chosen for their first date. They were poor college students - where else were they going to go?
But then had come Calvin.
The bastard hadn't even shown at the funeral. He was the whole reason Evan was dead, and hadn't even bothered to confront his guilt; his shame by showing up. If he ever saw that gutless bastard again he'd punch him square in the jaw. Calvin had broken that happy-go-lucky boy and turned him into a ghost of a man. How could he have been so blind as not to see what was happening to Evan while he was still blissfully unaware of the affair? The boy was cracking right before his eyes, but so swamped with work, publishers and other things that he hadn't seen the cracks that were forming in Evan. Looking back on it now, he could see each and every problem as if it had been staring in his face and he'd just ignored it.
The mood swings, the shivering, the sleepless nights, the fights, the nights spent apart - the list went on and on, stretching out like a never ending road before his eyes.
He shouldn't have let him go without a fight. He should have stood his ground and done something to revive the old Evan. When he came back the second time, wanting a second chance he should have fixed things then. Even if their relationship was rocky, he should never have let the friendship fall into troubled waters. When Elliot punched him, he shouldn't have let evan think he didn't want to know him anymore. Just because they were never going to date again didn't mean that he was going to cut Evan out of his life. He should have worked to restore him. Coerced Elliot into helping repair the broken man. Lake had known him before Calvin too; he would have helped. They could have shown Evan that there was more to life than destroying himself.
But no, instead he had ignored Evan in favour of working on the blossoming relationship with Elliot.
He'd left Evan alone - and that was how he had died; alone, on the bathroom floor in some hotel room. It wasn't enough that Evan was killing himself; Fate had seen to it that someone else would finish him off. Sure, the guy was locked up, but no one really cared about the murder of a friendless junkie. The police just assumed that no one would really care.
Yet there he was; probably the only person in the world that actually cared.
Finishing the last of the whiskey in his glass, he dropped his head back against the wall. Forearms resting on his knees, spinning the glass between his fingers. Lost in thoughts, grief and despair, he didn't hear the lock click open and the door to the apartment open. When his alcohol addled brain finally worked out that there was someone else in his apartment the light from the hallway outside his front door swept briefly over the interior of his home before the door closed and everything sank into the darkness once more.
"Raleigh...?" called out a voice. Elliot broke his vision of rain streaked and warped world as he moved into his line of vision. He turned to look at the figure slumped on the floor. "Oh Raleigh..."
As Elliot made to move closer, he heard his own cracked voice in his ears speaking to the younger male. "I let him die, Eli," he said. "Calvin was killing him and I ignored it because of my own stupid pride. I didn't want my heart broken, so I sent him away." Dropping the glass tumbler to the floor, it rolled away. Arms came up and encircled his own head, burying himself within his limbs. "It might as well have been me that stuck that knife in his chest and stood over him while he bled to death..."
Elliot was upon him now, arms wrapping tight around him. Elliot was meant to be the one that needed holding; the fragile heart that needed protecting. "Its not your fault, Raleigh."
"He was jealous of you, Eli. I could save you, but I couldn't save him. I was too busy with you to realise that he needed healing. I was too stupid to see he needed me back then." Slowly, he lifted his head to stare out through tear filled eyes at the worried blond. "Instead of sending him away when he tried to break us apart I should have tried to help him move on. Evan was a good boy before he met Calvin. If I had never introduced them he wouldn't be dead now. No one cared that he was dead!" He shuddered and fell against the warm body holding him. So much younger than himself yet with an armour built only from tradegy. "Calvin certainly didn't care."
Elliot moved to kneel between his legs, hands reaching up to hold his cheeks, bringing his face to look directly at his face. Thumbs smoothed over his cheeks, wiping away tears. He wasn't crying just...weeping. Silent tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't cry like the rain that was falling outside. Water dripped from the ends of Elliot's hair. A few droplets splashed against his cheeks, mirroring the tears that were upon his own face. "Don't ever think its your fault that someone close to you died. There was nothing you or anyone else could have done in the end. You couldn't have known what was going to happen."
Lowering his arms, he wrapped them around Elliot, pulling him close to his chest. He was wet from the rain outside, but nothing felt warmer in the whole wide world. Of all the people in his life, Elliot was the only one that could understand. Elliot was the only one that could help fix him.
They'd buried him yesterday. It was a pathetic service. A skeleton funeral for a man who'd lost the ability to care for people like a normal human being. No parents came to weep over their lost son, torn from their lives way before his time. Some of the people there had only turned up out of sympathy for the one person who actually cared that this run down, forgotten wreck of a man had died.
He still wore the suit. He hadn't even bothered to change. The white shirt was wrinkled beyond measure. The black tie had been pulled off and wrapped around his right hand like a bandage. Hair was a mess, there were bangs under his eyes. He'd barely slept, giving in to the darkness when the alcohol sang in his veins like a mother's lullaby and sleeping on the couch.
He was now seated on the cool wooden floor, head resting back against the bare brick wall of his studio apartment, eyes staring out unseeing through the window that encompassed most of the far wall. The world outside was dark, murky and visibly moving as the rain water drifted down the glass. Fingers stroked the smooth surface of the glass in his hand, swirling the dark liquid within. With a heavy sigh, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a hard swallow of the alcohol, feeling it burn as it flowed down his throat.
Few people had liked Evan by the end. In the begining he'd been a bright and youthful young man. Filled with energy and light, Evan could start a party in a morgue and people would throughly enjoy themselves. He could still remember the way the lad had introduced himself to him. A coffee shop and a hand-held game console. Someone had sat themselves down in the seat opposite him in the little booth. He'd looked over the top of his DS at a pair of vibrant green eyes that belonged to a lad with a wicked grin. "What ya' playin'?" he'd asked. It was hard not to instantly like the stranger, despite the invasion of privacy.
He'd liked that particular coffee shop, even though it was further from the campus than its cheaper rival. It had been the place chosen for their first date. They were poor college students - where else were they going to go?
But then had come Calvin.
The bastard hadn't even shown at the funeral. He was the whole reason Evan was dead, and hadn't even bothered to confront his guilt; his shame by showing up. If he ever saw that gutless bastard again he'd punch him square in the jaw. Calvin had broken that happy-go-lucky boy and turned him into a ghost of a man. How could he have been so blind as not to see what was happening to Evan while he was still blissfully unaware of the affair? The boy was cracking right before his eyes, but so swamped with work, publishers and other things that he hadn't seen the cracks that were forming in Evan. Looking back on it now, he could see each and every problem as if it had been staring in his face and he'd just ignored it.
The mood swings, the shivering, the sleepless nights, the fights, the nights spent apart - the list went on and on, stretching out like a never ending road before his eyes.
He shouldn't have let him go without a fight. He should have stood his ground and done something to revive the old Evan. When he came back the second time, wanting a second chance he should have fixed things then. Even if their relationship was rocky, he should never have let the friendship fall into troubled waters. When Elliot punched him, he shouldn't have let evan think he didn't want to know him anymore. Just because they were never going to date again didn't mean that he was going to cut Evan out of his life. He should have worked to restore him. Coerced Elliot into helping repair the broken man. Lake had known him before Calvin too; he would have helped. They could have shown Evan that there was more to life than destroying himself.
But no, instead he had ignored Evan in favour of working on the blossoming relationship with Elliot.
He'd left Evan alone - and that was how he had died; alone, on the bathroom floor in some hotel room. It wasn't enough that Evan was killing himself; Fate had seen to it that someone else would finish him off. Sure, the guy was locked up, but no one really cared about the murder of a friendless junkie. The police just assumed that no one would really care.
Yet there he was; probably the only person in the world that actually cared.
Finishing the last of the whiskey in his glass, he dropped his head back against the wall. Forearms resting on his knees, spinning the glass between his fingers. Lost in thoughts, grief and despair, he didn't hear the lock click open and the door to the apartment open. When his alcohol addled brain finally worked out that there was someone else in his apartment the light from the hallway outside his front door swept briefly over the interior of his home before the door closed and everything sank into the darkness once more.
"Raleigh...?" called out a voice. Elliot broke his vision of rain streaked and warped world as he moved into his line of vision. He turned to look at the figure slumped on the floor. "Oh Raleigh..."
As Elliot made to move closer, he heard his own cracked voice in his ears speaking to the younger male. "I let him die, Eli," he said. "Calvin was killing him and I ignored it because of my own stupid pride. I didn't want my heart broken, so I sent him away." Dropping the glass tumbler to the floor, it rolled away. Arms came up and encircled his own head, burying himself within his limbs. "It might as well have been me that stuck that knife in his chest and stood over him while he bled to death..."
Elliot was upon him now, arms wrapping tight around him. Elliot was meant to be the one that needed holding; the fragile heart that needed protecting. "Its not your fault, Raleigh."
"He was jealous of you, Eli. I could save you, but I couldn't save him. I was too busy with you to realise that he needed healing. I was too stupid to see he needed me back then." Slowly, he lifted his head to stare out through tear filled eyes at the worried blond. "Instead of sending him away when he tried to break us apart I should have tried to help him move on. Evan was a good boy before he met Calvin. If I had never introduced them he wouldn't be dead now. No one cared that he was dead!" He shuddered and fell against the warm body holding him. So much younger than himself yet with an armour built only from tradegy. "Calvin certainly didn't care."
Elliot moved to kneel between his legs, hands reaching up to hold his cheeks, bringing his face to look directly at his face. Thumbs smoothed over his cheeks, wiping away tears. He wasn't crying just...weeping. Silent tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't cry like the rain that was falling outside. Water dripped from the ends of Elliot's hair. A few droplets splashed against his cheeks, mirroring the tears that were upon his own face. "Don't ever think its your fault that someone close to you died. There was nothing you or anyone else could have done in the end. You couldn't have known what was going to happen."
Lowering his arms, he wrapped them around Elliot, pulling him close to his chest. He was wet from the rain outside, but nothing felt warmer in the whole wide world. Of all the people in his life, Elliot was the only one that could understand. Elliot was the only one that could help fix him.
Whispers in the dark
Inspired by Jules' Wet Dream Challenge
MATURE
Wet dreams happened to everyone to the point where it was an accepted occurance but rarely ever actually spoken about in public. They were personal and private, only to be shared with someone close to you. Even roommates did not talk about the dreams they had which resulted in strange sounds during the night.
After classes had finished, Lake and Dimitri went back to Dimitri's room and spent the entire day on his bed. First they watched movies followed by a little light making out. Eventually, it began getting late and Lake thought it best he return to his own room. Before he could even slide off the bed, Dimitri's hand shot out and strong fingers curled around his wrist. Lifting eyes to look at the face of the older male, Lake shot him a confused expression.
"Why don't you stay here tonight?" the Russian asked.
"What about Zak? He'll want to go to bed and you know how he gets." Zak had no problems about either his friend's or his roommates sexual preference, but he always enjoyed making a fuss whenever the two of them were kissing around him. It wasn't limited to just them though. Zak did it with everyone. He could be such the five year old sometimes. "He'll complain about us making a noise or something, even though we aren't, and make kissing noises - AND he'd make out with his pillow." Lake pursed his lips in thought. "I don't want to see him do that again, Dimmy."
Dimitri smiled at him and curled both big, strong arms around him and cuddled Lake to his chest. "Well, we'll just have to be asleep when he comes back, or make it seem like you're not even here."
Lake arched a brow delicately and seductively. "You mean, like, be really quiet?" With a sly grin spreading over his lips, he slid onto his boyfriend's lap while looping his arms around his neck. "Dimmy, that's such a naughty suggestion," he purred, lips brushing against lips. "Oh Dimitri Utkin, what have you done to my innocence?"
Grinning like a cat with cream, Dimitri placed his hands on Lake's hips and closed that tiny gap between their mouths. "I was actually just hoping you'd sleep curled up with me. I never mentioned sex."
"Yeah, but you were thinking it."
And just like how it was never mentioned, it never happened either. Instead, the pair engaged in some heavy petting before Lake's mouth opened wide with a great big yawn. Zak still hadn't returned to the dorm room and so the two just assumed he'd snuck into the girl's dorm and was spending the night with Bridget. Not bothering to check with the lad in question whether or not this was true, Lake and Dimitri curled up beneath the covers. Dimitri had his back to the door and Lake's back pressed against his chest. Being such a quiet sleeper, the two that slipped into the dark dorm room some time later thought that only Dimitri was there.
Lake, however, found himself unable to sleep for long. Rolling over, he tilted his head up to pepper light kisses against Dimitri's lips while the older male slept. Or pretended to sleep because those lips slowly curled into a smile when they felt their mates' pair brushing them.
Moving in the dark, Lake climbed atop Dimitri, legs straddling the larger body, hands brushing the bare chest beneath him. Hips ground down against the body beneath him, moans muffled within passionate kisses filled with tongues and teeth. Since it hadn't been planned that Lake was going to stay the night he hadn't brought any pyjamas with him and wore only boxers, making every touch and movement that much more intense through the thin fabric. There was also the fact that Dimitri slept naked. No wonder Lake found himself unable to sleep when a completely naked Dimitri was curled around him.
Grinding down, crotch against crotch, Lake moaned into Dimitri's open mouth. Those strong arms he melted into every day wrapped about him, one hand on his hip while the other clutched the hair at the back of his neck. "B-b-oxers..." Lake mumbled into the kiss, dragging his nails down Dimitri's chest as he brought his own hands to the offending garment keeping skin from touching skin. It was awkward beneath the warmth cavern of blankets, but somehow Lake managed to remove his underwear and dump them onto the pile of clothes by the side of Dimitri's bed. As he went back to kissing, he could feel Dimitri's hand wandering, stroking palm flat over his rear. Grinding down once more, Lake swallowed a rather loud gasp as he felt his own hardened length brushing against the thick, hard cock that belonged to Dimitri.
There was so much going on between them that Lake almost didn't notice the sounds of moans reaching his ears. They weren't the deep, animalistic sounds his Russian boyfriend made. They were different. A slight higher pitch. A voice familiar, but never had he heard it making sounds like that before. Pausing the kiss, Lake propped himself on his hands and listened.
"Lakeski...?"
"Ssshhh..." He pressed a finger to Dimitri's lips and tilted his head to the side like a puppy listening to a strange new noise - which in essence was what Lake was doing.
There was panting and moaning. Someone was obviously getting pleasured. Tensing beneath the blanket that was hiding them both from sight, Lake's fingers curled, nails digging into the mattress. Someone was watching them and getting off to the it too by the sounds of things. Just as he was gathering up the anger to throw off the blanket and confront the voyeur the stranger's voice changed, altered and there was the obvious sound of them reaching their climax. Fear was bright in Lake's eyes as he stared at Dimitri's face. He'd obviously heard too. Before either of them could do anything though, a voice followed the moans.
"Z?... What is it?..."
Lake mouthed the single letter nickname, confusion replacing the fear.
"Bridge... I just had a wet dream,"
Realisation hit like a ton of bricks. Zak had come back to the dorm and his girlfriend had joined him. Neither of them had noticed that Lake was curled with Dimitri - or if they had just saw the two of them asleep and thought nothing of curling up together themselves. Nothing could happen if they were asleep.
Although, where Zakary Taylor was concerned, even when asleep things could still happen. Lake did his best not to start laughing, biting on his lip to stifle any sounds his might make.
"Bridge, it was.. a guy..."
That statement, however, had Lake nearly in a heap of laughter. To keep it back, Lake pushed his mouth onto Dimitri's, hoping the older male could distract him from laughing out loud and leading to the two of them getting caught. Dimitri obviously felt the same way, helping Lake stiffel his laughter with the sweep of his tongue and the gentle nibble to his already red and swollen bottom lip.
"Bridget," the male said, seriously, voice floating through the silence. "Does this make me gay?"
Now things were certainly getting a bit much. What kind of cosmic power existed for such a situation to occur? Letting his weight fall from the support of his arms, Lake pressed his body flat to Dimitri's, the older male's arms encircling him. He moved to rest his head on the flat planes of the Russian's chest, hand rising to push knuckle into his mouth, teeth clamping down to keep the laughter in. A hand stroked down his back, obviously soothing him while the couple in the other bed continued to talk about what they thought Zak's dream meant
Once silence had returned and Lake was sure the pair had drifted back to sleep, he moved back up to come face to face with Dimitri. "You know..." he whispered. "If Zak can have wet dreams about a guy giving him a blowjob while you're asleep, you should be allowed to have a wet dream too."
"But I'm not asleep."
Lake grinned in the darkness. "They don't know I'm here," he said, before sliding down beneath the covers, placing kisses down Dimitri's chest and he decended.
MATURE
Wet dreams happened to everyone to the point where it was an accepted occurance but rarely ever actually spoken about in public. They were personal and private, only to be shared with someone close to you. Even roommates did not talk about the dreams they had which resulted in strange sounds during the night.
After classes had finished, Lake and Dimitri went back to Dimitri's room and spent the entire day on his bed. First they watched movies followed by a little light making out. Eventually, it began getting late and Lake thought it best he return to his own room. Before he could even slide off the bed, Dimitri's hand shot out and strong fingers curled around his wrist. Lifting eyes to look at the face of the older male, Lake shot him a confused expression.
"Why don't you stay here tonight?" the Russian asked.
"What about Zak? He'll want to go to bed and you know how he gets." Zak had no problems about either his friend's or his roommates sexual preference, but he always enjoyed making a fuss whenever the two of them were kissing around him. It wasn't limited to just them though. Zak did it with everyone. He could be such the five year old sometimes. "He'll complain about us making a noise or something, even though we aren't, and make kissing noises - AND he'd make out with his pillow." Lake pursed his lips in thought. "I don't want to see him do that again, Dimmy."
Dimitri smiled at him and curled both big, strong arms around him and cuddled Lake to his chest. "Well, we'll just have to be asleep when he comes back, or make it seem like you're not even here."
Lake arched a brow delicately and seductively. "You mean, like, be really quiet?" With a sly grin spreading over his lips, he slid onto his boyfriend's lap while looping his arms around his neck. "Dimmy, that's such a naughty suggestion," he purred, lips brushing against lips. "Oh Dimitri Utkin, what have you done to my innocence?"
Grinning like a cat with cream, Dimitri placed his hands on Lake's hips and closed that tiny gap between their mouths. "I was actually just hoping you'd sleep curled up with me. I never mentioned sex."
"Yeah, but you were thinking it."
And just like how it was never mentioned, it never happened either. Instead, the pair engaged in some heavy petting before Lake's mouth opened wide with a great big yawn. Zak still hadn't returned to the dorm room and so the two just assumed he'd snuck into the girl's dorm and was spending the night with Bridget. Not bothering to check with the lad in question whether or not this was true, Lake and Dimitri curled up beneath the covers. Dimitri had his back to the door and Lake's back pressed against his chest. Being such a quiet sleeper, the two that slipped into the dark dorm room some time later thought that only Dimitri was there.
Lake, however, found himself unable to sleep for long. Rolling over, he tilted his head up to pepper light kisses against Dimitri's lips while the older male slept. Or pretended to sleep because those lips slowly curled into a smile when they felt their mates' pair brushing them.
Moving in the dark, Lake climbed atop Dimitri, legs straddling the larger body, hands brushing the bare chest beneath him. Hips ground down against the body beneath him, moans muffled within passionate kisses filled with tongues and teeth. Since it hadn't been planned that Lake was going to stay the night he hadn't brought any pyjamas with him and wore only boxers, making every touch and movement that much more intense through the thin fabric. There was also the fact that Dimitri slept naked. No wonder Lake found himself unable to sleep when a completely naked Dimitri was curled around him.
Grinding down, crotch against crotch, Lake moaned into Dimitri's open mouth. Those strong arms he melted into every day wrapped about him, one hand on his hip while the other clutched the hair at the back of his neck. "B-b-oxers..." Lake mumbled into the kiss, dragging his nails down Dimitri's chest as he brought his own hands to the offending garment keeping skin from touching skin. It was awkward beneath the warmth cavern of blankets, but somehow Lake managed to remove his underwear and dump them onto the pile of clothes by the side of Dimitri's bed. As he went back to kissing, he could feel Dimitri's hand wandering, stroking palm flat over his rear. Grinding down once more, Lake swallowed a rather loud gasp as he felt his own hardened length brushing against the thick, hard cock that belonged to Dimitri.
There was so much going on between them that Lake almost didn't notice the sounds of moans reaching his ears. They weren't the deep, animalistic sounds his Russian boyfriend made. They were different. A slight higher pitch. A voice familiar, but never had he heard it making sounds like that before. Pausing the kiss, Lake propped himself on his hands and listened.
"Lakeski...?"
"Ssshhh..." He pressed a finger to Dimitri's lips and tilted his head to the side like a puppy listening to a strange new noise - which in essence was what Lake was doing.
There was panting and moaning. Someone was obviously getting pleasured. Tensing beneath the blanket that was hiding them both from sight, Lake's fingers curled, nails digging into the mattress. Someone was watching them and getting off to the it too by the sounds of things. Just as he was gathering up the anger to throw off the blanket and confront the voyeur the stranger's voice changed, altered and there was the obvious sound of them reaching their climax. Fear was bright in Lake's eyes as he stared at Dimitri's face. He'd obviously heard too. Before either of them could do anything though, a voice followed the moans.
"Z?... What is it?..."
Lake mouthed the single letter nickname, confusion replacing the fear.
"Bridge... I just had a wet dream,"
Realisation hit like a ton of bricks. Zak had come back to the dorm and his girlfriend had joined him. Neither of them had noticed that Lake was curled with Dimitri - or if they had just saw the two of them asleep and thought nothing of curling up together themselves. Nothing could happen if they were asleep.
Although, where Zakary Taylor was concerned, even when asleep things could still happen. Lake did his best not to start laughing, biting on his lip to stifle any sounds his might make.
"Bridge, it was.. a guy..."
That statement, however, had Lake nearly in a heap of laughter. To keep it back, Lake pushed his mouth onto Dimitri's, hoping the older male could distract him from laughing out loud and leading to the two of them getting caught. Dimitri obviously felt the same way, helping Lake stiffel his laughter with the sweep of his tongue and the gentle nibble to his already red and swollen bottom lip.
"Bridget," the male said, seriously, voice floating through the silence. "Does this make me gay?"
Now things were certainly getting a bit much. What kind of cosmic power existed for such a situation to occur? Letting his weight fall from the support of his arms, Lake pressed his body flat to Dimitri's, the older male's arms encircling him. He moved to rest his head on the flat planes of the Russian's chest, hand rising to push knuckle into his mouth, teeth clamping down to keep the laughter in. A hand stroked down his back, obviously soothing him while the couple in the other bed continued to talk about what they thought Zak's dream meant
Once silence had returned and Lake was sure the pair had drifted back to sleep, he moved back up to come face to face with Dimitri. "You know..." he whispered. "If Zak can have wet dreams about a guy giving him a blowjob while you're asleep, you should be allowed to have a wet dream too."
"But I'm not asleep."
Lake grinned in the darkness. "They don't know I'm here," he said, before sliding down beneath the covers, placing kisses down Dimitri's chest and he decended.
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Heroes
"Ahhh!" A hiss of pain. "That hurts!"
Yumiko frowned at the older man who was holding up his hands in a defensive posture, blocking her hands from dabbing the antiseptic soaked cotton bud over the bleeding cut on his face. Looking at him like a mother would look at her child, Yumi swatted away his hands and leaned back in, careful and gentle touches wiping away the blood and dirt. Still the man complained.
"It stings!"
"What are you, five?" she snapped, although the smile on her face showed that she wasn't really angry with the guy. "Honestly, Alex, you spend your days joyfully bringing pain to so many people that I would think that you would be able to take a little pain like this."
Alex frowned at her but remained silent like a scolded child.
She giggled at him as she moved her hand away and leaned in closer to him, pursing her lips to blow softly on the cut on his forehead. "Don't sulk like that," she said softly as she sat back on her bar stool. They were in her kitchen, seated at the little breakfast bar in the warm, sunny room. Yumi put the dirty cotton bud aside and doused a clean one in the same foul smelling liquid before once more reaching over to 'torture' poor Alex's face, cleaning up another cut to his skin. "Thanks for doing what you did though." She smiled at him. "You were very heroic."
Try as they might, Yumiko and Dion's personal life still managed to leak out into the world beyond their door. They didn't keep their divorce secret, they didn't see a need to hide that fact. However, Dion felt it best they keep the reason why under wraps. Yumi didn't mind and at first everything seemed to be going rather well. Both of them were moving on with their lives. Dion had got himself a little apartment and Yumi continued living in their home in the quaint little village. She'd wanted to move, but since the house was already paid for and it was where Poppy was growing up she felt she couldn't really leave it. Not to mention Astareal wouldn't be able to stay with them if she moved to a two bedroom place. Nor Jung stay over. Or Wednesday. Gosh, there were a lot more people in her life than she realised.
Anyway, rumours however quickly leaked out, and some people felt the need to verbally attack the sweet looking Asian woman. One such man had taken it upon himself to inform her that what her ex-husband was doing was wrong and that she was teaching her daughter terrible things.
Alex who was out with her at the time did not approve of someone bringing Yumiko close to tears. Unfortunely, standing up for Yumi resulted in him getting quite the beating.
"He shouldn't have said the things he did," Alex explained. "Just because...you know...and...ouch....It was wrong of him to say things like that to ...ow...you."
Flicking her head to remove some of the hair from her eyes, Yumi gave Alex a small smile. Tossing the blood coated cotton ball onto the pile, she dropped her hands into her lap. Lowering her head, she fought back the blush that was threatening to flush over her cheeks. She felt like she was acting like some silly teenage girl blushing over the boy who stood up for her against the bullies. If the words hadn't struck her so deep, Yumi knew she would have stood up for herself. She wasn't weak and didn't like feeling weak. Still, it was nice that Alex had tried to defend her like that, even if he did get his butt handed to him. Maybe dentists just weren't cut out for fighting.
As she was staring at her hands, she saw a large pair fall over them. The knuckles were bruised and scrapped. He may have lost, but the other guy didn't get away unharmed. "Yumi?" Alex sounded concerned, and when she lifted her head to look at him, she saw the emotion she heard in his voice reflected on his face.
"Its alright, Alex," she said, smiling at him. She didn't need to force the smile to her lips, it came naturally to her because Alex really did make her smile - inside and out. It felt like forever ago that she'd wandered into the bar and came upon the man sat alone at the bar. At first she thought it was just him that needed the friend, but after spending more and more time with him Yumi realised that she had needed a friend too. Someone outside the circle of people she knew. Someone normal. Compared to the people she knew and the school she taught at there was no more normal that she could get than Alex. Even having a werewolf for a son didn't disrupt his 'normalness'.
Sliding her hands out from under his, Yumi slipped down from her own stool and moved to stand in the space between Alex's knee, looping her arms around his neck. Her smile brightened when Alex's own arms circled around her, hands going to rest awkwardly on her hips for a few moments before sliding around to the small of her back. "Even if you did get your ass handed to you, you're still my hero," she told him, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.
As he frowned once more and opened his mouth to reply, Yumiko leaned in and shut him up with a kiss.
Yumiko frowned at the older man who was holding up his hands in a defensive posture, blocking her hands from dabbing the antiseptic soaked cotton bud over the bleeding cut on his face. Looking at him like a mother would look at her child, Yumi swatted away his hands and leaned back in, careful and gentle touches wiping away the blood and dirt. Still the man complained.
"It stings!"
"What are you, five?" she snapped, although the smile on her face showed that she wasn't really angry with the guy. "Honestly, Alex, you spend your days joyfully bringing pain to so many people that I would think that you would be able to take a little pain like this."
Alex frowned at her but remained silent like a scolded child.
She giggled at him as she moved her hand away and leaned in closer to him, pursing her lips to blow softly on the cut on his forehead. "Don't sulk like that," she said softly as she sat back on her bar stool. They were in her kitchen, seated at the little breakfast bar in the warm, sunny room. Yumi put the dirty cotton bud aside and doused a clean one in the same foul smelling liquid before once more reaching over to 'torture' poor Alex's face, cleaning up another cut to his skin. "Thanks for doing what you did though." She smiled at him. "You were very heroic."
Try as they might, Yumiko and Dion's personal life still managed to leak out into the world beyond their door. They didn't keep their divorce secret, they didn't see a need to hide that fact. However, Dion felt it best they keep the reason why under wraps. Yumi didn't mind and at first everything seemed to be going rather well. Both of them were moving on with their lives. Dion had got himself a little apartment and Yumi continued living in their home in the quaint little village. She'd wanted to move, but since the house was already paid for and it was where Poppy was growing up she felt she couldn't really leave it. Not to mention Astareal wouldn't be able to stay with them if she moved to a two bedroom place. Nor Jung stay over. Or Wednesday. Gosh, there were a lot more people in her life than she realised.
Anyway, rumours however quickly leaked out, and some people felt the need to verbally attack the sweet looking Asian woman. One such man had taken it upon himself to inform her that what her ex-husband was doing was wrong and that she was teaching her daughter terrible things.
Alex who was out with her at the time did not approve of someone bringing Yumiko close to tears. Unfortunely, standing up for Yumi resulted in him getting quite the beating.
"He shouldn't have said the things he did," Alex explained. "Just because...you know...and...ouch....It was wrong of him to say things like that to ...ow...you."
Flicking her head to remove some of the hair from her eyes, Yumi gave Alex a small smile. Tossing the blood coated cotton ball onto the pile, she dropped her hands into her lap. Lowering her head, she fought back the blush that was threatening to flush over her cheeks. She felt like she was acting like some silly teenage girl blushing over the boy who stood up for her against the bullies. If the words hadn't struck her so deep, Yumi knew she would have stood up for herself. She wasn't weak and didn't like feeling weak. Still, it was nice that Alex had tried to defend her like that, even if he did get his butt handed to him. Maybe dentists just weren't cut out for fighting.
As she was staring at her hands, she saw a large pair fall over them. The knuckles were bruised and scrapped. He may have lost, but the other guy didn't get away unharmed. "Yumi?" Alex sounded concerned, and when she lifted her head to look at him, she saw the emotion she heard in his voice reflected on his face.
"Its alright, Alex," she said, smiling at him. She didn't need to force the smile to her lips, it came naturally to her because Alex really did make her smile - inside and out. It felt like forever ago that she'd wandered into the bar and came upon the man sat alone at the bar. At first she thought it was just him that needed the friend, but after spending more and more time with him Yumi realised that she had needed a friend too. Someone outside the circle of people she knew. Someone normal. Compared to the people she knew and the school she taught at there was no more normal that she could get than Alex. Even having a werewolf for a son didn't disrupt his 'normalness'.
Sliding her hands out from under his, Yumi slipped down from her own stool and moved to stand in the space between Alex's knee, looping her arms around his neck. Her smile brightened when Alex's own arms circled around her, hands going to rest awkwardly on her hips for a few moments before sliding around to the small of her back. "Even if you did get your ass handed to you, you're still my hero," she told him, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.
As he frowned once more and opened his mouth to reply, Yumiko leaned in and shut him up with a kiss.
Saturday, 21 November 2009
No Rush
Red wine.
White wine.
Brandy.
Rum.
And that was just the alcohol that Yumiko had put into the food.
Dion say on the bar stool watching the woman he was once married to in her own world. Whenever Yumi was cooking she fell into her own private little world that she only allowed people into when she wanted to. As absentminded as she could be, Yumiko had never burned anything in all the years he had known her for.
"You're really pulling out all the stops for this bloke, aren't you?" Dion asked her, glancing down into the wine he was swiling around the inside of his glass. "You never cooked me anything special for a date."
Spinning around, wooden spoon in hand, Yumi pouted at her ex husband. "We had never dated, Dion. You just up and proposed to your best friend." She walked over to her side of the counter where he sat and took the wine glass from him, lifting it to her own mouth for a sip of the fruity red wine. "Besides, Alex has only been here a few times and I don't want him as absolutely nervous as he was the first time. It was like he was a virgin or something."
Dion took the wine glass back from her as Yumi floated off back to stirring the various things in the pots and pans on the hob. "Was he really that nervous?"
"I've been talking to Vincent and while he holds a lot of contempt for Alex, somewhere inside him he really does want his father to be happy."
"And by talking to, you mean you were being nosy, right, Yumi?"
She giggled, shaking her head. "Anyway, Vincent was around Poppy's age when Alex left. He's not really had to deal with children - epsecially little girls," she responded, completely ignoring Dion's comment.
"He's a dentist, he knows how to handle kids."
"He's the big scary man with the needles and drills. Kids behave for him because they're scared of him." She pointed a finger at Dion "You're scared of him too, Dion. It took you a whole month to schedule that appointment for your tooth ache." She waggled her finger accusingly while smiling brightly at her best friend. "I really like him, Dion. He's odd and has a few quirks, and not everyone can deal with him - but inside he needs someone who likes him for who he is and not what they could make of him."
"Do you see yourself with him in the future?"
"Do you see yourself with Collin in the future?"
"I..." Once more Dion stared into the deep red depths of his wine glass. "I'd like to hope I'm still with him. I've learnt that it doesn't matter what you think or want to happen; its that whatever happens - happens."
"Exactly." Yumi knelt down before the oven and opened the door, examining the contents within for a few moments before standing upright against and transferring what was in one pan directly into another then tossed the now empty saucepan into the sink. "It might have been better if I had learned it from Alex himself, but Vincent told me without asking - about how Alex and Vincent's mother got married."
"Should you be telling me?"
"I tell you nearly everything, Dion," she told him with a smile, receiving one in return. "Alex got her pregnant and then proposed. Having a family was apparently not something he was planning. But at least he tried. I'd think you and him would have some common ground there."
"He's not gay though."
"He still went with someone else."
Dion chewed on his bottom lip as he heard her reply. Yumi had a point. A very valid point. If he up and left Yumi and Poppy would he really be any different from Alex? Would he be able to reconnect with his daughter in ten years if he'd left her? "I never realised just how much we both had in common..."
She smiled at him again. Warm, bright and full of sunshine. Yumi simply could not hate a person. She could find all the bad points a person had, and all the good too - and choose to see a person for everything they were. She never wanted to change anyone, or stop someone from beign who they were. Alex had abandoned his son and wife. He was a bit of a leech, and hung out in bars. He had rough edges and a personality few people could like.
But Yumiko liked him.
This was the young woman that had married her best friend who after a few years finally stopped pretending and came out of the closet he was hiding in. They had a child together. She had every right to hate Dion - but instead she continued to love him like the best friend he'd always been for her. Alex Lyall was not the type of man people saw women like Yumiko Callahan with, yet for her it was as if he was ideally made for her. As Dion watched her dance around her kitchen, he realised just what had drawn him to Yumi in the first place.
She accepted people for who they were - and gave them the friend they needed.
"Yumi?"
"Hmmm?"
"If Alex ever makes you cry, I'm going to kick his ass."
White wine.
Brandy.
Rum.
And that was just the alcohol that Yumiko had put into the food.
Dion say on the bar stool watching the woman he was once married to in her own world. Whenever Yumi was cooking she fell into her own private little world that she only allowed people into when she wanted to. As absentminded as she could be, Yumiko had never burned anything in all the years he had known her for.
"You're really pulling out all the stops for this bloke, aren't you?" Dion asked her, glancing down into the wine he was swiling around the inside of his glass. "You never cooked me anything special for a date."
Spinning around, wooden spoon in hand, Yumi pouted at her ex husband. "We had never dated, Dion. You just up and proposed to your best friend." She walked over to her side of the counter where he sat and took the wine glass from him, lifting it to her own mouth for a sip of the fruity red wine. "Besides, Alex has only been here a few times and I don't want him as absolutely nervous as he was the first time. It was like he was a virgin or something."
Dion took the wine glass back from her as Yumi floated off back to stirring the various things in the pots and pans on the hob. "Was he really that nervous?"
"I've been talking to Vincent and while he holds a lot of contempt for Alex, somewhere inside him he really does want his father to be happy."
"And by talking to, you mean you were being nosy, right, Yumi?"
She giggled, shaking her head. "Anyway, Vincent was around Poppy's age when Alex left. He's not really had to deal with children - epsecially little girls," she responded, completely ignoring Dion's comment.
"He's a dentist, he knows how to handle kids."
"He's the big scary man with the needles and drills. Kids behave for him because they're scared of him." She pointed a finger at Dion "You're scared of him too, Dion. It took you a whole month to schedule that appointment for your tooth ache." She waggled her finger accusingly while smiling brightly at her best friend. "I really like him, Dion. He's odd and has a few quirks, and not everyone can deal with him - but inside he needs someone who likes him for who he is and not what they could make of him."
"Do you see yourself with him in the future?"
"Do you see yourself with Collin in the future?"
"I..." Once more Dion stared into the deep red depths of his wine glass. "I'd like to hope I'm still with him. I've learnt that it doesn't matter what you think or want to happen; its that whatever happens - happens."
"Exactly." Yumi knelt down before the oven and opened the door, examining the contents within for a few moments before standing upright against and transferring what was in one pan directly into another then tossed the now empty saucepan into the sink. "It might have been better if I had learned it from Alex himself, but Vincent told me without asking - about how Alex and Vincent's mother got married."
"Should you be telling me?"
"I tell you nearly everything, Dion," she told him with a smile, receiving one in return. "Alex got her pregnant and then proposed. Having a family was apparently not something he was planning. But at least he tried. I'd think you and him would have some common ground there."
"He's not gay though."
"He still went with someone else."
Dion chewed on his bottom lip as he heard her reply. Yumi had a point. A very valid point. If he up and left Yumi and Poppy would he really be any different from Alex? Would he be able to reconnect with his daughter in ten years if he'd left her? "I never realised just how much we both had in common..."
She smiled at him again. Warm, bright and full of sunshine. Yumi simply could not hate a person. She could find all the bad points a person had, and all the good too - and choose to see a person for everything they were. She never wanted to change anyone, or stop someone from beign who they were. Alex had abandoned his son and wife. He was a bit of a leech, and hung out in bars. He had rough edges and a personality few people could like.
But Yumiko liked him.
This was the young woman that had married her best friend who after a few years finally stopped pretending and came out of the closet he was hiding in. They had a child together. She had every right to hate Dion - but instead she continued to love him like the best friend he'd always been for her. Alex Lyall was not the type of man people saw women like Yumiko Callahan with, yet for her it was as if he was ideally made for her. As Dion watched her dance around her kitchen, he realised just what had drawn him to Yumi in the first place.
She accepted people for who they were - and gave them the friend they needed.
"Yumi?"
"Hmmm?"
"If Alex ever makes you cry, I'm going to kick his ass."
Sunday, 8 November 2009
The Ree Effect
A.N.: If we were all famous, and people knew all about our characters I'm certain they would create pairings that we would only cringe (or laugh) at. My grandkids are going to know of the wonders that are TG and StD. If they're not creating characters like I do then I'm going to disown them.
But enough about the characters...
This is about the writers.
-stands before the firing squad- You may proceed to shoot me now n_n
(This is all written as if the CBox we all live in was one big house. Like Big Brother. Only we're all awesome)
The Ree Effect
Shy & Ree
Sipping at a freshly made coffee, Ree looked up as Shy entered the kitchen. They greeted one another with a silent nod, and Ree sipped at her coffee while Shy set about making her own drink.
"Sssshhhhhh-aaaaaiiiiii..."
"What?"
Ree grinned around her penguin mug. "We're in a kitchen."
Shy glanced at the set of kitchen knives on the counter and promptly burst out laughing.
Jules & Ree
Jules stood in the middle of the lounge, hands on her lips and frowned. Frowned like she meant it. Glaring into the middle distance, she tapped her foot and waited. When nothing was forthcoming from the thin air, she turned and left the room, heading for the dinning room where Ree sat tapping away on her laptop.
"I've lost something,"
"I told you, Jules, you can't find your virginity again once you've lost it," Ree replied smugly, looking up from the screen. "Especially when I took it in the first place."
Jess & Ree
"Left a bit."
"There?"
"No, more, mmmmm, lower." Pause. "No, lower."
"How's that?"
"Mmmmmm...Up and bit and to the right."
"Make your mind up, woman."
Ree sighed and rested her head against the wall, arms aching from having to hold and position Jess' Supernatural poster on the wall.
Aki & Ree
Ree let out a cry for help and dove over the sofa and landed on the other side with a squeal. "Not the face! Anything but the face!"
Aki merely grinned and followed the other woman over the furniture - only with much more poise and skill- and sat on Ree's stomach. The older woman wriggled around beneath her, holding up her hands to her face.
"Noooot the faaaaaaace!"
Aki laughed manically and leaned down, close enough for the two to brush noses were Ree's hands not in the way. "Ree....Oh Reeeeeeee"
Spreading her fingers, Ree looked up at Aki. "Yeah?"
"We're behind the sofa."
Ree's grin spread and she moved her hands. Arms lifted and looped around Aki's shoulder. "Well..since we're down here..."
Brett & Ree
Pouting, Ree slumped forwards. Chin rested on the edge of her laptop and she stared at the screen that was barely inches from her face. "S'not fair," she mumbled. "I can't have sex with someone who's not here."
Cali & Ree
Rubbing the towel over her wet hair, Ree stumbled into the lounge to find the source of the music. Male voices floated out from the room in a language she couldn't understand, but it was pretty darn obvious who would listen to it. Well, it could have been Jules, but Ree was almost aboslutely certain it wasn't her listening to Korean Boy Bands. Dropping the towel around her shoulders, she grinned at the younger female sat focused on the laptop screen, fingers tapping away madly.
Slinking over, Ree collapsed onto the sofa next to Cali. With a sly grin on her lips, she turned her head to look at Cali.
"C'mere and finish what you're writing with me."
...I'll write more later x)
But enough about the characters...
This is about the writers.
-stands before the firing squad- You may proceed to shoot me now n_n
(This is all written as if the CBox we all live in was one big house. Like Big Brother. Only we're all awesome)
The Ree Effect
Shy & Ree
Sipping at a freshly made coffee, Ree looked up as Shy entered the kitchen. They greeted one another with a silent nod, and Ree sipped at her coffee while Shy set about making her own drink.
"Sssshhhhhh-aaaaaiiiiii..."
"What?"
Ree grinned around her penguin mug. "We're in a kitchen."
Shy glanced at the set of kitchen knives on the counter and promptly burst out laughing.
Jules & Ree
Jules stood in the middle of the lounge, hands on her lips and frowned. Frowned like she meant it. Glaring into the middle distance, she tapped her foot and waited. When nothing was forthcoming from the thin air, she turned and left the room, heading for the dinning room where Ree sat tapping away on her laptop.
"I've lost something,"
"I told you, Jules, you can't find your virginity again once you've lost it," Ree replied smugly, looking up from the screen. "Especially when I took it in the first place."
Jess & Ree
"Left a bit."
"There?"
"No, more, mmmmm, lower." Pause. "No, lower."
"How's that?"
"Mmmmmm...Up and bit and to the right."
"Make your mind up, woman."
Ree sighed and rested her head against the wall, arms aching from having to hold and position Jess' Supernatural poster on the wall.
Aki & Ree
Ree let out a cry for help and dove over the sofa and landed on the other side with a squeal. "Not the face! Anything but the face!"
Aki merely grinned and followed the other woman over the furniture - only with much more poise and skill- and sat on Ree's stomach. The older woman wriggled around beneath her, holding up her hands to her face.
"Noooot the faaaaaaace!"
Aki laughed manically and leaned down, close enough for the two to brush noses were Ree's hands not in the way. "Ree....Oh Reeeeeeee"
Spreading her fingers, Ree looked up at Aki. "Yeah?"
"We're behind the sofa."
Ree's grin spread and she moved her hands. Arms lifted and looped around Aki's shoulder. "Well..since we're down here..."
Brett & Ree
Pouting, Ree slumped forwards. Chin rested on the edge of her laptop and she stared at the screen that was barely inches from her face. "S'not fair," she mumbled. "I can't have sex with someone who's not here."
Cali & Ree
Rubbing the towel over her wet hair, Ree stumbled into the lounge to find the source of the music. Male voices floated out from the room in a language she couldn't understand, but it was pretty darn obvious who would listen to it. Well, it could have been Jules, but Ree was almost aboslutely certain it wasn't her listening to Korean Boy Bands. Dropping the towel around her shoulders, she grinned at the younger female sat focused on the laptop screen, fingers tapping away madly.
Slinking over, Ree collapsed onto the sofa next to Cali. With a sly grin on her lips, she turned her head to look at Cali.
"C'mere and finish what you're writing with me."
...I'll write more later x)
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Dear Agony
It all started when he was just a kid. His father had never been a man that was cut out for fatherhood. Obviously all his attempts to try and stay with the mother of his child and play house were futile. Up in his room, Vincent could hear the muffled shouts of his parents arguing. He didn't know what his father had done to upset his mother so much. Seven years he'd lived in a family that just didn't get along. His father was a distant figure, barely around and then one day he just wasn't around at all.
Vincent found himself recoling within himself then. His mother just seemed to want to focus on the Church and his grades. He became the perfect little son, doing all his schoolwork and not getting into trouble. He didn't want to upset his mother. She'd cried a lot when his father had gone away, and now she always looked so sad.
He kept everything up until he was thirteen.
And then he was attacked.
No God would allow such a thing to happen to such a young and vunerable boy. His mother praised that fake heavenly host when her little boy made a swift recovery after being attacked by what he could only describe as a big, grey dog. No dog could have been that big though. No dog could maim a child, only for the injured boy to recover in under a month with barely a scar marking his skin. The full moon brought fourth the whole truth. The mother's perfect little son turned into a monster. She drilled it into him before she told him that she never wanted to see his face again.
A life that was harsh only seemed to get harsher. Vincent had no clue how to survive on the streets, but for near enough two years he did just that. Thin, emaciated and filthy, no one would look twice at the wretch of a human. He held such a self loathing of himself that there had been times when he'd just wanted to die. But he could never tie that rope. Countless cars had smacked into him as he stood in traffic, hoping to die some John Doe in a morgue - but the werewolf venom wouldn't let him die. Broken bones healed too quickly. There was no way a homless teen could find silver to stab himself with.
Then someone came along that seemed to want to offer the suffering youth a chance of redemption.
But even that fell through, slipping away like water through his fingers.
The vampire wasn't interested in the boy. He wanted the werewolf - fierce, strong and unbeatable. Vincent's loathing for himself only fueled the power and rage in the beast. It took a while, but eventually Vincent started to see through the cracks. His sense of self began to lurk within the mind of the wolf. The vampire was not friend - but a captor. Something inside of the broken boy knew that he would not be caged. He was not some immortal's pet. Breaking free hurt deeper than being thrown out of the home he'd grown up in. It was the only place in years he had felt truly comfortable. But that comfort came at a price. No home was a true home when it came with bars.
Vincent stared up at the night sky, cigarette smoke drifting up from his lips in grey-blue tendrils leaking fourth from his mouth. Lips curled into a dry smile.
"That's quite the tale," Sullivan said. He'd received a text message from an unknown number requesting that he go to the park. What he had found was a boy only last month had he witnessed turning into a big, black beast. It had the shape of man and wolf combined, yellow eyes burning like fire in the sockets. Before he could even ask why vincent had asked him out, the eighteen year old had began talking, telling of where his life had gone wrong. Since Sullivan had witnessed him changing, there was no denying what he was, but for some reason Vincent felt he owed the older male an explanation. He meant something to Marshall - even if that something was shaky and fragile like thin ice.
"I'm rehersing it for telling my Dad," he announced, lifting the cigarette to his lips and taking another pull. "At least after the bit where he left."
"So why tell me?"
Vincent grinned - the curl of his lips and flash of teeth made the smile seem simply malicious. "Because I need someone in this world to admit that I'm a monster. I tell myself everyday that I'm strong; that I'm not some beast designed for pain and killing. I can hurt someone, like I nearly hurt you, but I tell myself that I will not let the wolf win. I shouldn't bury myself under my self hate." He looked away from the sky and directly at Sullivan, the fire that had been eyes of yellow in those brown-grey depths. "I want you to fear me like I should be feared. I want to die. I want to live. I want to rip my father's throat out. I want to crunch your bones in my mouth." He moved on the bench, crawling over to where Sullivan sat. "I want Marshall to hate me like he should. Hate and fear me like the monster I am."
Sullivan just sat there, only a slight trace of fear evident in his face and eyes. "You're no monster, Vincent."
"I'M A FUCKING WEREWOLF!" He reached out and slapped Sullivan across the cheek. "I should be caged! I should be hunted and killed."
"What would Marshall think if he heard you talking like this?"
Vincent sighed and tossed the cigarette away. He moved closer to Sullivan, but instead of striking him again, he laid down on his side and placed his head into the older male's lap. "Marshall thinks he's a monster, but he isn't. He's never killed someone. He's never seen terror in a person's eyes as you sink claws and teeth into them. He eats only what he needs to survive - I'm the wolf thats killing the sheep."
Sullivan, unsure of what to do, say or where to put his hands just placed them either side of himself while the younger male rested his head in his lap. "Neither of you are monsters. You both have so many human characteristics." Slowly and tentatively, Sulli lifted one hand and stroked it down Vincent's arm in a soothing manner. "You didn't invite me out here to make me hate you."
"When my mother witnessed what you had, she told me she never wanted to see me again. I'd been the perfect little boy for her. A good son. I went to school - I went to church. I did everything a good son would do that would make his mother proud. It took one night, one glimpse of me turning into a werewolf that turned all that I had done into ash. I'd pulled my own skin off like the devil and turned into a demon before her very eyes." He let out a shuddering breath that racked his entire body. "A werewolf's first moon is always the hardest. Pain beyond belief. Its what causes you to forget what you are and what you do while you're the beast. You pass out from the pain and the wolf takes over. I've been a werewolf for so long now that the transformation is easier. My body is used to the shift now. It also means I'm stronger and much more deadly."
"If Marshall hadn't come when he had..."
"I would have either killed you or turned you." He closed his eyes. "This is why I am more of a monster than Marshall will ever be. He can't kill a person - or damn them to the same Hell that I live in." He pulled his knees up to his chest, the arm he wasn't laying on curling around his legs. "I want to make Marshall smile. I want him to know that he's not suffering alone, but I just don't know what to say to him, or how to tell him."
"You seem to be doing a pretty good job at the moment, Vincent. He really likes you. You make him believe in himself again. You give him a reason not to hate himself."
"He should still hate me," Vincent admitted glumly. "When he's just eaten he smells simply delicious. He has such a sweet scent about him, of flesh within flesh. Blood like sugar. He should hate me for the way I feel when I can smell him. I just want to immerse myself in that scent."
Sullivan looked down at Vincent, taking note of how the male's profile looked in the gloom of the streetlights. "I don't think Marshall could ever hate you."
Vincent opened his eyes and stared out unseeing. "He should - because I love him."
Vincent found himself recoling within himself then. His mother just seemed to want to focus on the Church and his grades. He became the perfect little son, doing all his schoolwork and not getting into trouble. He didn't want to upset his mother. She'd cried a lot when his father had gone away, and now she always looked so sad.
He kept everything up until he was thirteen.
And then he was attacked.
No God would allow such a thing to happen to such a young and vunerable boy. His mother praised that fake heavenly host when her little boy made a swift recovery after being attacked by what he could only describe as a big, grey dog. No dog could have been that big though. No dog could maim a child, only for the injured boy to recover in under a month with barely a scar marking his skin. The full moon brought fourth the whole truth. The mother's perfect little son turned into a monster. She drilled it into him before she told him that she never wanted to see his face again.
A life that was harsh only seemed to get harsher. Vincent had no clue how to survive on the streets, but for near enough two years he did just that. Thin, emaciated and filthy, no one would look twice at the wretch of a human. He held such a self loathing of himself that there had been times when he'd just wanted to die. But he could never tie that rope. Countless cars had smacked into him as he stood in traffic, hoping to die some John Doe in a morgue - but the werewolf venom wouldn't let him die. Broken bones healed too quickly. There was no way a homless teen could find silver to stab himself with.
Then someone came along that seemed to want to offer the suffering youth a chance of redemption.
But even that fell through, slipping away like water through his fingers.
The vampire wasn't interested in the boy. He wanted the werewolf - fierce, strong and unbeatable. Vincent's loathing for himself only fueled the power and rage in the beast. It took a while, but eventually Vincent started to see through the cracks. His sense of self began to lurk within the mind of the wolf. The vampire was not friend - but a captor. Something inside of the broken boy knew that he would not be caged. He was not some immortal's pet. Breaking free hurt deeper than being thrown out of the home he'd grown up in. It was the only place in years he had felt truly comfortable. But that comfort came at a price. No home was a true home when it came with bars.
Vincent stared up at the night sky, cigarette smoke drifting up from his lips in grey-blue tendrils leaking fourth from his mouth. Lips curled into a dry smile.
"That's quite the tale," Sullivan said. He'd received a text message from an unknown number requesting that he go to the park. What he had found was a boy only last month had he witnessed turning into a big, black beast. It had the shape of man and wolf combined, yellow eyes burning like fire in the sockets. Before he could even ask why vincent had asked him out, the eighteen year old had began talking, telling of where his life had gone wrong. Since Sullivan had witnessed him changing, there was no denying what he was, but for some reason Vincent felt he owed the older male an explanation. He meant something to Marshall - even if that something was shaky and fragile like thin ice.
"I'm rehersing it for telling my Dad," he announced, lifting the cigarette to his lips and taking another pull. "At least after the bit where he left."
"So why tell me?"
Vincent grinned - the curl of his lips and flash of teeth made the smile seem simply malicious. "Because I need someone in this world to admit that I'm a monster. I tell myself everyday that I'm strong; that I'm not some beast designed for pain and killing. I can hurt someone, like I nearly hurt you, but I tell myself that I will not let the wolf win. I shouldn't bury myself under my self hate." He looked away from the sky and directly at Sullivan, the fire that had been eyes of yellow in those brown-grey depths. "I want you to fear me like I should be feared. I want to die. I want to live. I want to rip my father's throat out. I want to crunch your bones in my mouth." He moved on the bench, crawling over to where Sullivan sat. "I want Marshall to hate me like he should. Hate and fear me like the monster I am."
Sullivan just sat there, only a slight trace of fear evident in his face and eyes. "You're no monster, Vincent."
"I'M A FUCKING WEREWOLF!" He reached out and slapped Sullivan across the cheek. "I should be caged! I should be hunted and killed."
"What would Marshall think if he heard you talking like this?"
Vincent sighed and tossed the cigarette away. He moved closer to Sullivan, but instead of striking him again, he laid down on his side and placed his head into the older male's lap. "Marshall thinks he's a monster, but he isn't. He's never killed someone. He's never seen terror in a person's eyes as you sink claws and teeth into them. He eats only what he needs to survive - I'm the wolf thats killing the sheep."
Sullivan, unsure of what to do, say or where to put his hands just placed them either side of himself while the younger male rested his head in his lap. "Neither of you are monsters. You both have so many human characteristics." Slowly and tentatively, Sulli lifted one hand and stroked it down Vincent's arm in a soothing manner. "You didn't invite me out here to make me hate you."
"When my mother witnessed what you had, she told me she never wanted to see me again. I'd been the perfect little boy for her. A good son. I went to school - I went to church. I did everything a good son would do that would make his mother proud. It took one night, one glimpse of me turning into a werewolf that turned all that I had done into ash. I'd pulled my own skin off like the devil and turned into a demon before her very eyes." He let out a shuddering breath that racked his entire body. "A werewolf's first moon is always the hardest. Pain beyond belief. Its what causes you to forget what you are and what you do while you're the beast. You pass out from the pain and the wolf takes over. I've been a werewolf for so long now that the transformation is easier. My body is used to the shift now. It also means I'm stronger and much more deadly."
"If Marshall hadn't come when he had..."
"I would have either killed you or turned you." He closed his eyes. "This is why I am more of a monster than Marshall will ever be. He can't kill a person - or damn them to the same Hell that I live in." He pulled his knees up to his chest, the arm he wasn't laying on curling around his legs. "I want to make Marshall smile. I want him to know that he's not suffering alone, but I just don't know what to say to him, or how to tell him."
"You seem to be doing a pretty good job at the moment, Vincent. He really likes you. You make him believe in himself again. You give him a reason not to hate himself."
"He should still hate me," Vincent admitted glumly. "When he's just eaten he smells simply delicious. He has such a sweet scent about him, of flesh within flesh. Blood like sugar. He should hate me for the way I feel when I can smell him. I just want to immerse myself in that scent."
Sullivan looked down at Vincent, taking note of how the male's profile looked in the gloom of the streetlights. "I don't think Marshall could ever hate you."
Vincent opened his eyes and stared out unseeing. "He should - because I love him."
Sunday, 18 October 2009
Mirrors and Fevers
Part 4 to Hunted, following on from Bang Bang Bang. I don't think Henrick liked me for what I did to Felix xP
Coral stormed into the building, the ends of her coat flapping angrily at her ankles. "What did that idiot half-brother of mine do now?"
Henrick looked up from the book he was reading to the older woman standing in the doorway. He didn't know Felix's half-sister very well. She and Felix didn't keep in touch very often, but she was the only family Felix had left. They had never been close, since she had moved out long before Felix had his accident and inherited Aiolos from their grandfather. She took him in as a teenager without any question though. Her daughter was quick to make friends with Henrick who was around her age. She'd moved to Australia a long time ago, and Henrick only kept in touch with her through emails.
"There was...an attack."
Coral sighed, moving to stand next to the slumbering form of Felix. He was hooked up to several machines that were beeping away. Physically, it seemed Felix was fine. His body had no direct injuries. His mind was just not inside his body. "Do they know about his...umm...thing?"
Henrick shook his head. A nurse at the hospital had been a 'scout'. The moment Felix had been rushed through the doors she had placed herself on Felix's case. She removed any evidence that there was anything abnormal about Felix's body that was directly linked to Aiolos from leaking out to the rest of the hospital. Her symbiont was two hundred years older than Aiolos. She knew what she was doing. It turned out that in releasing his powers to such a degree, Aiolos hadn't been compeltely sheilded from the onslaught. The symbiont was the one sporting the physical scars. In such a damaged state and with such a link to Felix, it was no wonder Felix was in a coma.
"Will he wake up?" she asked, concern now fully blown. She brushed her hand over Felix's pale face.
"I don't know."
"He was in a coma before. He said it was Aiolos that healed him. If Aiolos can't heal him now...he'll..." She swallowed hard, leaning down to place a kiss to her sibling's forehead. "He said his spine was damaged."
"The nurse said that if Aiolos starts to deteriorate anymore, then Felix's body will be unable to handle the stress that happened back then." He clutched the book tightly to his chest. If Aiolos started to die so would Felix. The thought terrified him. He didn't know what he would do without Felix. "He said he'd live with me until I died, and find someone to take Aiolos so that he could...he could..." Tears streaked down his face, rendering Henrick unable to finish what he was saying. He reached over and clutched the lifeless hand of his lover.
Coral looked away to give Henrick a few moments to himself. She looked at the window, watching as the rain ceaselessly attacked the window. It had been raining for days now. No one could understand why. It had been relentless since the day a mass-murderer had been caught. Felix said his grandfather had told him it had rained the entire time he was in a coma back when he was involved in a traffic accident. Nothing was controling his power, so it was just releasing the energy on its own.
She stayed with Henrick until it was time for visitors to leave. Henrick went back to an empty apartment every time the nurse told him to leave, and returned with each vising hour. This routine continued for weeks. He barely ate. Cadence started visiting to force feed him. She and her family tried their all to try and keep some semblance of life in the apartment the two men shared. Gethin visited Felix often. Coral and her daughter came on occassions, but no one spent more time there than Henrick.
One day, the nurse slipped inside while Henrick lay with his head on the bed. "Henrick?"
He didn't open his eyes to acknowledge her. She was a host though. She would know he wasn't sleeping.
"Aiolos is...communicating again."
He slowly lifted his head to look up at her. "What?"
She gave him a small smile and moved closer to the bed where Felix lay and glanced to the machines monitoring him. "He's weak, but he's starting to project his thoughts now. We should start seeing results any day now,"
"You mean Felix will wake up?"
"It'll be a while, but there will be signs that Aiolos is repairing him. He'll sing."
Henrick looked to the blank face of the sleeper. "Felix once said that Aiolos sang. I hear him humming in his sleep sometimes."
"It'll be faint, but if you're quiet, you'll hear him humming again."
Four days. At first, Henrick thought it was a sound outside, but looking to the face, the slight parting of lips, the way the throat moved; Felix was humming that odd sound he used to do when they were curled up in bed together. His heart leapt.
Five days, and Henrick was told that if he spoke to him, Felix would be able to hear him. He wouldn't remember it when he woke up, but he was no longer close to death.
Two months of lying in a hospital bed after confronting the killer, and Felix opened green eyes to stare up at a blank, white ceiling. There was a weight on his chest. Aching body was stiff as he tried to sit up to look down and see what was resting against him. Slowly, a smile slipped across his lips as he saw Henrick sleeping on him. Reaching over with the hand not hooked up to an I.V. Felix stroked his fingers through the soft hair growing from the younger man's head. The weather outside brightened, the two month long near-constant rainstorm finally giving up.
It was quiet inside his head. He'd been so used to the sounds of a thousand voices that it felt rather empty inside. Aiolos just laughed at him for such stupid thoughts of 'getting a roommate' to bring the noise level back up. He'd face death, and had won.
Again.
He now owed Aiolos his life twice.
But at least it meant he could be with Henrick again. Nudging the sleeper's shoulder, Felix beamed down at him when sleepy eyes were rubbed and focused upon him. There was a yell of relief, and Henrick threw his arms around Felix's shoulders.
"You're awake!"
"How long was I out?" he asked, rubbing Henrick's back.
"About two months," Henrick replied as he pulled back to look at Felix's face.
"Two months?" Felix raised a brow, then smirked slyly. "Well, looks like I've got a lot of sex to catch up with."
Coral stormed into the building, the ends of her coat flapping angrily at her ankles. "What did that idiot half-brother of mine do now?"
Henrick looked up from the book he was reading to the older woman standing in the doorway. He didn't know Felix's half-sister very well. She and Felix didn't keep in touch very often, but she was the only family Felix had left. They had never been close, since she had moved out long before Felix had his accident and inherited Aiolos from their grandfather. She took him in as a teenager without any question though. Her daughter was quick to make friends with Henrick who was around her age. She'd moved to Australia a long time ago, and Henrick only kept in touch with her through emails.
"There was...an attack."
Coral sighed, moving to stand next to the slumbering form of Felix. He was hooked up to several machines that were beeping away. Physically, it seemed Felix was fine. His body had no direct injuries. His mind was just not inside his body. "Do they know about his...umm...thing?"
Henrick shook his head. A nurse at the hospital had been a 'scout'. The moment Felix had been rushed through the doors she had placed herself on Felix's case. She removed any evidence that there was anything abnormal about Felix's body that was directly linked to Aiolos from leaking out to the rest of the hospital. Her symbiont was two hundred years older than Aiolos. She knew what she was doing. It turned out that in releasing his powers to such a degree, Aiolos hadn't been compeltely sheilded from the onslaught. The symbiont was the one sporting the physical scars. In such a damaged state and with such a link to Felix, it was no wonder Felix was in a coma.
"Will he wake up?" she asked, concern now fully blown. She brushed her hand over Felix's pale face.
"I don't know."
"He was in a coma before. He said it was Aiolos that healed him. If Aiolos can't heal him now...he'll..." She swallowed hard, leaning down to place a kiss to her sibling's forehead. "He said his spine was damaged."
"The nurse said that if Aiolos starts to deteriorate anymore, then Felix's body will be unable to handle the stress that happened back then." He clutched the book tightly to his chest. If Aiolos started to die so would Felix. The thought terrified him. He didn't know what he would do without Felix. "He said he'd live with me until I died, and find someone to take Aiolos so that he could...he could..." Tears streaked down his face, rendering Henrick unable to finish what he was saying. He reached over and clutched the lifeless hand of his lover.
Coral looked away to give Henrick a few moments to himself. She looked at the window, watching as the rain ceaselessly attacked the window. It had been raining for days now. No one could understand why. It had been relentless since the day a mass-murderer had been caught. Felix said his grandfather had told him it had rained the entire time he was in a coma back when he was involved in a traffic accident. Nothing was controling his power, so it was just releasing the energy on its own.
She stayed with Henrick until it was time for visitors to leave. Henrick went back to an empty apartment every time the nurse told him to leave, and returned with each vising hour. This routine continued for weeks. He barely ate. Cadence started visiting to force feed him. She and her family tried their all to try and keep some semblance of life in the apartment the two men shared. Gethin visited Felix often. Coral and her daughter came on occassions, but no one spent more time there than Henrick.
One day, the nurse slipped inside while Henrick lay with his head on the bed. "Henrick?"
He didn't open his eyes to acknowledge her. She was a host though. She would know he wasn't sleeping.
"Aiolos is...communicating again."
He slowly lifted his head to look up at her. "What?"
She gave him a small smile and moved closer to the bed where Felix lay and glanced to the machines monitoring him. "He's weak, but he's starting to project his thoughts now. We should start seeing results any day now,"
"You mean Felix will wake up?"
"It'll be a while, but there will be signs that Aiolos is repairing him. He'll sing."
Henrick looked to the blank face of the sleeper. "Felix once said that Aiolos sang. I hear him humming in his sleep sometimes."
"It'll be faint, but if you're quiet, you'll hear him humming again."
Four days. At first, Henrick thought it was a sound outside, but looking to the face, the slight parting of lips, the way the throat moved; Felix was humming that odd sound he used to do when they were curled up in bed together. His heart leapt.
Five days, and Henrick was told that if he spoke to him, Felix would be able to hear him. He wouldn't remember it when he woke up, but he was no longer close to death.
Two months of lying in a hospital bed after confronting the killer, and Felix opened green eyes to stare up at a blank, white ceiling. There was a weight on his chest. Aching body was stiff as he tried to sit up to look down and see what was resting against him. Slowly, a smile slipped across his lips as he saw Henrick sleeping on him. Reaching over with the hand not hooked up to an I.V. Felix stroked his fingers through the soft hair growing from the younger man's head. The weather outside brightened, the two month long near-constant rainstorm finally giving up.
It was quiet inside his head. He'd been so used to the sounds of a thousand voices that it felt rather empty inside. Aiolos just laughed at him for such stupid thoughts of 'getting a roommate' to bring the noise level back up. He'd face death, and had won.
Again.
He now owed Aiolos his life twice.
But at least it meant he could be with Henrick again. Nudging the sleeper's shoulder, Felix beamed down at him when sleepy eyes were rubbed and focused upon him. There was a yell of relief, and Henrick threw his arms around Felix's shoulders.
"You're awake!"
"How long was I out?" he asked, rubbing Henrick's back.
"About two months," Henrick replied as he pulled back to look at Felix's face.
"Two months?" Felix raised a brow, then smirked slyly. "Well, looks like I've got a lot of sex to catch up with."
Bang Bang Bang
Part 3 to Hunted, following on from Going Down In Flames. I am a very bad person xD
Would it ever stop?
He remembered Henrick asking it with such concern in his eyes. Ever since that day the voices all called out a singular name and Aiolos lurched in a way Felix hadn't felt in years he knew he was next. Whatever was picking off the hosts had him next on the list. In his fear and terror, Felix had let this information slip to Henrick. Panic swept through the younger male. Felix was confined to the apartment. Henrick barely even left - but he had to keep up appearances at his school. He couldn't just up and leave his job to keep Felix safe. He managed three weeks, but eventually he had to go to work.
Neither host nor symbiont was going to go down without a fight.
The voices had let up since the strain of it all was affecting Felix physically. If he were to suddenly collapse in pain with the sheer amount of chattering voices then he would be left completely and totally defenceless. But the others couldn't completely abandon the pair of them.
Felix didn't want to sit and wait for whatever was coming to come along and tear Aiolos from his back. Aiolos didn't want to die either. No one knew what happened when the symbionts were torn from their hosts, but their voices were silenced the moment it happened.
Henrick had locked him inside the apartment. Felix was sitting in the armchair when the shouting hit. CLOSE! So close! Comingcomingcoming. Words in a language he couldn't speak but every word he understood, Felix forced himself to stand on shaky legs. If it was going to happen today, then he was going to go down fighting, and Aiolos agreed with him.
Breaking the lock took longer than he thought it would. Hopefully no one would go and steal from the apartment while it was left unlocked. Staggering down and out into the world, Felix squinted his eyes as the sunlight hit. It was a sunny afternoon. Hardly weather for impending doom. That would have to be fixed.
But not yet.
Now was not the time to go wasting his energy on altering the weather to suit his mood.
Swallowing hard and scrunching his eyes shut, Felix willed himself to remain steady. Aiolos was doing his best to filter out the background noise of the others of voices to leave just his own and Felix's inside the human's head. Hand reached out to support himself against the wall of an alleyway. To people passing - of which there was barely any - Felix must have looked like some drunkard or drug addict suffering the ill-effects of their chosen choice of self destruction. Slumping against the wall, forehead met the cool surface of bricks.
A chime rang out near the entrance of the alleyway. Clear as day, but only the host could hear it.
"So that's how you're finding us," Felix choked out with a laugh.
The guy had been tailing him since he'd left the apartment building and wandered down the block. Felix had purposely lead the stranger here. No one around. No one else would get hurt in the exchange. When Henrick discovered him gone, he would either find Felix here recovering from the entire affair - or Felix would have a gaping, bloody hole in his back.
"You're different from the others before," the man said, slipping into the darkness of the alley. He didn't notice the clouds growing and looming grey and threatening overhead. "The others would have lived if the serpents had slithered out on their own accord. You. You're dead without it."
Felix scrapped his hand over the jagged edge of the bricks of the wall he was leaning against. He could feel static electricity running through his body. He was stronger than he was in high school. Older. Better attuned to his powers. St. Delacroix had done its job of teaching him. "So how do you know about us?"
"Humans that think they can live longer just because they have some worm attached to their spine. Think they're better than the rest. Living off other people's work while they live fat and happy." The man spat. "I could always see people for their inner selves - but you hosts are whores. You'll have humans bow down to you like Gods"
The chime rang out again, and Felix screamed as Aiolos contorted in pain inside him. Faintly, he recalled a pain of seeing black. Of rage and hate flooding him and doing its all to hurt, to hate, to rip, to infect. "So you're Gifted," Felix choked out, coughing a blood splatter on the bricks. Thunder gave a grumble in the air above.
The man cracked his knuckles. "I was called that once. I woke up one day, and saw the world for what it really was - with those serpents enjoying a free ride of pleasures that the human race could provide." He lifted a knife, blood staining the silver. "I killed my neighbour that day. Killed her like I'm going to kill you." He grinned evilly. "Both of you."
The wind picked up, dragging debris along the alleyway towards the killer. Felix prayed that Aiolos would release that hold he held over Felix's power completely. Building his strength over his own power had made it stronger. There was a well inside him that Felix had never even touched. Even if he died using every ounce of himself it would at least mean no one else would have to suffer at the hands of this man. This man that had scoured the entire planet in search of hosts and their symbiotes. Henrick would be broken, devestated; but he would understand. That whole 'needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one' bullcrap meant something here and now.
The man stalked closer. "I'd like to thank you for making this easy for me - presenting me with your whore-mark and everything."
Felix's fingers scratched over the bricks as he balled them into fists, nails digging into his palms. "I'm sorry, Hen..." he whispered to the air as he pushed away from the wall to turn to face the man full on.
The skies above were now menacingly dark, while just at the mouth of the alleyway there was still signs of sunlight. Thunder rumbled and lightning crackled in the air. The winds swept higher, harder, faster. Felix's mops of hair was thrown about in the winds, but he kepts his focus on the killer who was now starting to look rather uneasy.
"Wh-what!?" He stared open mouthed at the man before him with eyes bright white. Pure white, no pupils or colour within them, and they seemed to glow. To pulsate with an odd sort of power. "I thought you were different because of how attached to your snake you are, not before you're a freak!"
"No more a freak than you," Felix said, voice monotone. He couldn't feel the pain his body was in anymore. The storm raged through his entire being and projected out into the world. Lightning struck ground near the man's feet, causing him to jump away. "I am the last host you will ever see."
There was thunder, lightning, winds that could tear apart buildings. At the eye of the storm stood one single human with a creature coiled around his spine, keeping him alive since the age of ten. The ten year would have eventually killed himself with his own emotion fueled power had it not been for the kindness of his grandfather.
When someone finally came to inspect the freak weather that was appearing in a single area, they discovered only one body of a man with a knife held in his hand. He was badly wounded and looked as if he had come close to being struck by lightning several times judging by the burnt state of his clothes. When the police arrived, it turned out this man had been on a global killing spree. He awoke chained to a hospital bed and was talking jibberish about a man with white eyes using the weather to attack him. According to the nurse, he wouldn't survive to the end of the week. He died two days later.
Henrick found Felix slumped in a doorway of the apartment building completely drained. His head lolled to the side when Henrick went to touch him. The ambulance lights danced over the walls of the building the two men lived in. In all the years that Henrick had known him, Felix had never once visited the hospital. The symbiont kept him healthy. It simply wouldn't do to have a host in hospital where they would discover a race of beings that had lived in secret harmony with the human race for what could have only been thousands of years. Yet, there was nowhere else that Henrick could take him. For some reason his own healing powers just weren't having an effect over him.
Sitting in the hall outside the room Felix lay inside, Henrick looked up when the doctor walked out and told him: "I'm sorry, but he's in a coma."
Would it ever stop?
He remembered Henrick asking it with such concern in his eyes. Ever since that day the voices all called out a singular name and Aiolos lurched in a way Felix hadn't felt in years he knew he was next. Whatever was picking off the hosts had him next on the list. In his fear and terror, Felix had let this information slip to Henrick. Panic swept through the younger male. Felix was confined to the apartment. Henrick barely even left - but he had to keep up appearances at his school. He couldn't just up and leave his job to keep Felix safe. He managed three weeks, but eventually he had to go to work.
Neither host nor symbiont was going to go down without a fight.
The voices had let up since the strain of it all was affecting Felix physically. If he were to suddenly collapse in pain with the sheer amount of chattering voices then he would be left completely and totally defenceless. But the others couldn't completely abandon the pair of them.
Felix didn't want to sit and wait for whatever was coming to come along and tear Aiolos from his back. Aiolos didn't want to die either. No one knew what happened when the symbionts were torn from their hosts, but their voices were silenced the moment it happened.
Henrick had locked him inside the apartment. Felix was sitting in the armchair when the shouting hit. CLOSE! So close! Comingcomingcoming. Words in a language he couldn't speak but every word he understood, Felix forced himself to stand on shaky legs. If it was going to happen today, then he was going to go down fighting, and Aiolos agreed with him.
Breaking the lock took longer than he thought it would. Hopefully no one would go and steal from the apartment while it was left unlocked. Staggering down and out into the world, Felix squinted his eyes as the sunlight hit. It was a sunny afternoon. Hardly weather for impending doom. That would have to be fixed.
But not yet.
Now was not the time to go wasting his energy on altering the weather to suit his mood.
Swallowing hard and scrunching his eyes shut, Felix willed himself to remain steady. Aiolos was doing his best to filter out the background noise of the others of voices to leave just his own and Felix's inside the human's head. Hand reached out to support himself against the wall of an alleyway. To people passing - of which there was barely any - Felix must have looked like some drunkard or drug addict suffering the ill-effects of their chosen choice of self destruction. Slumping against the wall, forehead met the cool surface of bricks.
A chime rang out near the entrance of the alleyway. Clear as day, but only the host could hear it.
"So that's how you're finding us," Felix choked out with a laugh.
The guy had been tailing him since he'd left the apartment building and wandered down the block. Felix had purposely lead the stranger here. No one around. No one else would get hurt in the exchange. When Henrick discovered him gone, he would either find Felix here recovering from the entire affair - or Felix would have a gaping, bloody hole in his back.
"You're different from the others before," the man said, slipping into the darkness of the alley. He didn't notice the clouds growing and looming grey and threatening overhead. "The others would have lived if the serpents had slithered out on their own accord. You. You're dead without it."
Felix scrapped his hand over the jagged edge of the bricks of the wall he was leaning against. He could feel static electricity running through his body. He was stronger than he was in high school. Older. Better attuned to his powers. St. Delacroix had done its job of teaching him. "So how do you know about us?"
"Humans that think they can live longer just because they have some worm attached to their spine. Think they're better than the rest. Living off other people's work while they live fat and happy." The man spat. "I could always see people for their inner selves - but you hosts are whores. You'll have humans bow down to you like Gods"
The chime rang out again, and Felix screamed as Aiolos contorted in pain inside him. Faintly, he recalled a pain of seeing black. Of rage and hate flooding him and doing its all to hurt, to hate, to rip, to infect. "So you're Gifted," Felix choked out, coughing a blood splatter on the bricks. Thunder gave a grumble in the air above.
The man cracked his knuckles. "I was called that once. I woke up one day, and saw the world for what it really was - with those serpents enjoying a free ride of pleasures that the human race could provide." He lifted a knife, blood staining the silver. "I killed my neighbour that day. Killed her like I'm going to kill you." He grinned evilly. "Both of you."
The wind picked up, dragging debris along the alleyway towards the killer. Felix prayed that Aiolos would release that hold he held over Felix's power completely. Building his strength over his own power had made it stronger. There was a well inside him that Felix had never even touched. Even if he died using every ounce of himself it would at least mean no one else would have to suffer at the hands of this man. This man that had scoured the entire planet in search of hosts and their symbiotes. Henrick would be broken, devestated; but he would understand. That whole 'needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one' bullcrap meant something here and now.
The man stalked closer. "I'd like to thank you for making this easy for me - presenting me with your whore-mark and everything."
Felix's fingers scratched over the bricks as he balled them into fists, nails digging into his palms. "I'm sorry, Hen..." he whispered to the air as he pushed away from the wall to turn to face the man full on.
The skies above were now menacingly dark, while just at the mouth of the alleyway there was still signs of sunlight. Thunder rumbled and lightning crackled in the air. The winds swept higher, harder, faster. Felix's mops of hair was thrown about in the winds, but he kepts his focus on the killer who was now starting to look rather uneasy.
"Wh-what!?" He stared open mouthed at the man before him with eyes bright white. Pure white, no pupils or colour within them, and they seemed to glow. To pulsate with an odd sort of power. "I thought you were different because of how attached to your snake you are, not before you're a freak!"
"No more a freak than you," Felix said, voice monotone. He couldn't feel the pain his body was in anymore. The storm raged through his entire being and projected out into the world. Lightning struck ground near the man's feet, causing him to jump away. "I am the last host you will ever see."
There was thunder, lightning, winds that could tear apart buildings. At the eye of the storm stood one single human with a creature coiled around his spine, keeping him alive since the age of ten. The ten year would have eventually killed himself with his own emotion fueled power had it not been for the kindness of his grandfather.
When someone finally came to inspect the freak weather that was appearing in a single area, they discovered only one body of a man with a knife held in his hand. He was badly wounded and looked as if he had come close to being struck by lightning several times judging by the burnt state of his clothes. When the police arrived, it turned out this man had been on a global killing spree. He awoke chained to a hospital bed and was talking jibberish about a man with white eyes using the weather to attack him. According to the nurse, he wouldn't survive to the end of the week. He died two days later.
Henrick found Felix slumped in a doorway of the apartment building completely drained. His head lolled to the side when Henrick went to touch him. The ambulance lights danced over the walls of the building the two men lived in. In all the years that Henrick had known him, Felix had never once visited the hospital. The symbiont kept him healthy. It simply wouldn't do to have a host in hospital where they would discover a race of beings that had lived in secret harmony with the human race for what could have only been thousands of years. Yet, there was nowhere else that Henrick could take him. For some reason his own healing powers just weren't having an effect over him.
Sitting in the hall outside the room Felix lay inside, Henrick looked up when the doctor walked out and told him: "I'm sorry, but he's in a coma."
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
KIDDIES
Post to be deleted....maybe...eventually....If I get around to it....
The little girl is Mackenzie Foy and the boy is Joseph McManners
They just need names now, and then they can go and live with Raleigh and Elliot (:
The little girl is Mackenzie Foy and the boy is Joseph McManners
They just need names now, and then they can go and live with Raleigh and Elliot (:
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Chaos
A.N.: I'm in one of those yay!babies!!omgomgomg moods again, and unfortunately Raleigh is getting the brunt of it xP It also means I can have me some toddler!Ewan too x)
Raleigh frowned at the colourful little handprints coating his wall, and then at the paint covered toddler in a pair of dungarees. "Showing an artist side, huh Ewan?" he asked the little lad.
Ewan grinned at him, flashing him a toothy smile. Placing his paint covered hands palm flat on the floor, the little boy pushed himself up to stand on his feet and walked over to the spot Raleigh was scrutinising and added to his little 'masterpiece'. "Wehday did it." he explained.
"Wednesday isn't here today," Raleigh replied. Raleigh had taken up babysitting the twins for his niece since she and Jamie were particularly busy over the past month. Plus, it gave the two time alone. However, it worked in reverse for Raleigh, meaning he got less time to spend with Elliot. Not that he was complaining; Elliot loved kids. Wednesday had an appointment with the dentist, which Jamie was dealing with. Kate was working and the poor man could barely cope with both of his children when he had back-up. Dealing with Ewan and Wednesday on his own would bring about the End of The World, or at least a great cataclysm the likes of New York had never seen before. To keep Jamie out of an early grave, Raleigh stepped up to help. He could postpone his own work and look after the little boy. Ewan wasn't too hard to deal with, and he was getting used to being at Raleigh's apartment.
Usually, however, Raleigh had back-up in the form of Elliot. Today, it was just Ewan and himself as Elliot was at work for most of the day. But, Raleigh thought he could cope. Ewan didn't get into everything like his sister. Often, he could be content with his toys and Raleigh could even get a few concept sketches done while keeping a watchful eye on the toddler.
It had been like that, until a bathroom break. Ewan was being rather quiet, but Raleigh assumed he was just playing very intently, and went to make himself a coffee to drink. Coming back to the area of his home that was the lounge; where he had left Ewan, Raleigh was greeted by the lack of a toddler and nothing but the toys he had brought with him. It was then Raleigh had to search to find out where little Ewan had managed to get.
And where he 'got' was into Raleigh's art supplies.
And then proceeded to develop his artistic talent with them - and Raleigh's wall.
With a sigh, Raleigh knelt down to Ewan's level. "I'm going to have to clean you up now," he informed the boy. "That means 'bath time', Ewan."
Ewan smiled that toothy smile again. "Oh-tay!" he said gleefully, and held out his arms towards Raleigh.
If the mess on his wall was what Ewan was capable with when it came to paints, the mess in the bathroom reflected Ewan's talents with water and bubbles. When Elliot came home the first thing he noticed was the little multicoloured handprints on the wall. There were two sets of wet footprints coming out of and back into -several times- of the bathroom. Wondering just what had happened, Elliot made his way to the lounge area and saw Raleigh slumped across the sofa. Ewan was nestled between the man's body and the back of the sofa, his head pillowed on Raleigh's chest. He was sleeping, his thumb in his mouth, obviously lulled to sleep by the gentle rise and fall of the chest he was resting against.
A smile spread across Elliot's face as he saw that Raleigh had passed out too. As uncomfortable as he looked, Elliot just couldn't bring himself to wake the older man. Not only because it risked waking Ewan up, but because the scene was just too cute to disturb.
Raleigh frowned at the colourful little handprints coating his wall, and then at the paint covered toddler in a pair of dungarees. "Showing an artist side, huh Ewan?" he asked the little lad.
Ewan grinned at him, flashing him a toothy smile. Placing his paint covered hands palm flat on the floor, the little boy pushed himself up to stand on his feet and walked over to the spot Raleigh was scrutinising and added to his little 'masterpiece'. "Wehday did it." he explained.
"Wednesday isn't here today," Raleigh replied. Raleigh had taken up babysitting the twins for his niece since she and Jamie were particularly busy over the past month. Plus, it gave the two time alone. However, it worked in reverse for Raleigh, meaning he got less time to spend with Elliot. Not that he was complaining; Elliot loved kids. Wednesday had an appointment with the dentist, which Jamie was dealing with. Kate was working and the poor man could barely cope with both of his children when he had back-up. Dealing with Ewan and Wednesday on his own would bring about the End of The World, or at least a great cataclysm the likes of New York had never seen before. To keep Jamie out of an early grave, Raleigh stepped up to help. He could postpone his own work and look after the little boy. Ewan wasn't too hard to deal with, and he was getting used to being at Raleigh's apartment.
Usually, however, Raleigh had back-up in the form of Elliot. Today, it was just Ewan and himself as Elliot was at work for most of the day. But, Raleigh thought he could cope. Ewan didn't get into everything like his sister. Often, he could be content with his toys and Raleigh could even get a few concept sketches done while keeping a watchful eye on the toddler.
It had been like that, until a bathroom break. Ewan was being rather quiet, but Raleigh assumed he was just playing very intently, and went to make himself a coffee to drink. Coming back to the area of his home that was the lounge; where he had left Ewan, Raleigh was greeted by the lack of a toddler and nothing but the toys he had brought with him. It was then Raleigh had to search to find out where little Ewan had managed to get.
And where he 'got' was into Raleigh's art supplies.
And then proceeded to develop his artistic talent with them - and Raleigh's wall.
With a sigh, Raleigh knelt down to Ewan's level. "I'm going to have to clean you up now," he informed the boy. "That means 'bath time', Ewan."
Ewan smiled that toothy smile again. "Oh-tay!" he said gleefully, and held out his arms towards Raleigh.
If the mess on his wall was what Ewan was capable with when it came to paints, the mess in the bathroom reflected Ewan's talents with water and bubbles. When Elliot came home the first thing he noticed was the little multicoloured handprints on the wall. There were two sets of wet footprints coming out of and back into -several times- of the bathroom. Wondering just what had happened, Elliot made his way to the lounge area and saw Raleigh slumped across the sofa. Ewan was nestled between the man's body and the back of the sofa, his head pillowed on Raleigh's chest. He was sleeping, his thumb in his mouth, obviously lulled to sleep by the gentle rise and fall of the chest he was resting against.
A smile spread across Elliot's face as he saw that Raleigh had passed out too. As uncomfortable as he looked, Elliot just couldn't bring himself to wake the older man. Not only because it risked waking Ewan up, but because the scene was just too cute to disturb.
First Words
Ewan stared up at the man's face with wide eyes, inspecting every feature of the older man with intense scrutiny. After much thought and deliberation, he slowly reached out with his hand and tugged on a handful of that curly red hair.
Raleigh let out a yelp, and tried to detach the toddler's hand from his hair. Ewan, however, was finding the whole ordeal rather amusing, as was evident by the grin on his face and the cute little laugh of his. Raleigh finally managed to coerce his young great-nephew to release his hair by tempting him with a toy. Once it was in the boy's hands, the kid began gnawing away on it.
"Remind me again why I agree to baby sit these two?" Raleigh asked, looking up from the little lad on his lap to where Elliot sat on the floor - trying very hard not to laugh - entertaining Ewan's twin sister.
"Because you asked if you could," Elliot replied. "And you're doing fine, don't worry."
"Says the doctor," responded Raleigh. "I'm too young to be someone's great-uncle."
"I think its nice. Few people get to see their grandparents relatives."
"That's because usually they're dead, not just a few years older than their parents." He looked down at Ewan who was still laughing away as he shook the oddly shaped toy, watching as it flashed and made whirring noises. "I mean, think about it, when Ewan gets married - I'm going to be there at the wedding. Great-Uncle Raleigh. I'll only just be turning grey!"
"He's not even three yet, and you're thinking about him getting married?" Elliot asked. "And am I not invited?"
Raleigh grinnned, adjusting his hold on the toddler. "You're just going to be 'Uncle' Elliot. I'm going to be the dirty old man with the young, hot doctor boyfriend."
"Ahweehot...." muttered Ewan.
Both the adults stared at the boy. "Kate said he doesn't talk yet," Raleigh explained. "Wednesday can say 'Daddy', but Ewan hasn't said anything yet."
Crawling closer to the sofa where Ewan perched on Raleigh's knee, the older man's hands protectively holding him around the waist, he sat and looked at the little boy. "Say that again, Ewan."
Ewan grinned at him.
"Maybe we just heard it - or it was Wednesday."
Elliot frowned. "No, I'm sure it was Ewan. Come on, say it again."
"Ahweehot."
"I think he's trying to say my name," Elliot said, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.
"Really?" Raleigh looked down at Ewan and smiled at him. "Say Ellleeeot"
"Aaahweeeot!" In his little mind, Ewan couldn't quite fathom why the two adults wanted him to say the word, but they clapped and made a fuss over him when he did it, so it couldn't have been that bad. "AAHWEEOT!"
Raleigh was laughing now, as Ewan continued to chant his own little version of Elliot's name. "Well, I guess that's why he didn't say anything for a while. He was waiting for you, Ellie."
Raleigh let out a yelp, and tried to detach the toddler's hand from his hair. Ewan, however, was finding the whole ordeal rather amusing, as was evident by the grin on his face and the cute little laugh of his. Raleigh finally managed to coerce his young great-nephew to release his hair by tempting him with a toy. Once it was in the boy's hands, the kid began gnawing away on it.
"Remind me again why I agree to baby sit these two?" Raleigh asked, looking up from the little lad on his lap to where Elliot sat on the floor - trying very hard not to laugh - entertaining Ewan's twin sister.
"Because you asked if you could," Elliot replied. "And you're doing fine, don't worry."
"Says the doctor," responded Raleigh. "I'm too young to be someone's great-uncle."
"I think its nice. Few people get to see their grandparents relatives."
"That's because usually they're dead, not just a few years older than their parents." He looked down at Ewan who was still laughing away as he shook the oddly shaped toy, watching as it flashed and made whirring noises. "I mean, think about it, when Ewan gets married - I'm going to be there at the wedding. Great-Uncle Raleigh. I'll only just be turning grey!"
"He's not even three yet, and you're thinking about him getting married?" Elliot asked. "And am I not invited?"
Raleigh grinnned, adjusting his hold on the toddler. "You're just going to be 'Uncle' Elliot. I'm going to be the dirty old man with the young, hot doctor boyfriend."
"Ahweehot...." muttered Ewan.
Both the adults stared at the boy. "Kate said he doesn't talk yet," Raleigh explained. "Wednesday can say 'Daddy', but Ewan hasn't said anything yet."
Crawling closer to the sofa where Ewan perched on Raleigh's knee, the older man's hands protectively holding him around the waist, he sat and looked at the little boy. "Say that again, Ewan."
Ewan grinned at him.
"Maybe we just heard it - or it was Wednesday."
Elliot frowned. "No, I'm sure it was Ewan. Come on, say it again."
"Ahweehot."
"I think he's trying to say my name," Elliot said, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.
"Really?" Raleigh looked down at Ewan and smiled at him. "Say Ellleeeot"
"Aaahweeeot!" In his little mind, Ewan couldn't quite fathom why the two adults wanted him to say the word, but they clapped and made a fuss over him when he did it, so it couldn't have been that bad. "AAHWEEOT!"
Raleigh was laughing now, as Ewan continued to chant his own little version of Elliot's name. "Well, I guess that's why he didn't say anything for a while. He was waiting for you, Ellie."
Sunday, 27 September 2009
Geek
A.N: 358/2 DAYS!!!!
Seated on his sofa, Raleigh heard someone fiddling with the key at the door to his apartment. Without turning to look at the door, he opened his mouth to call out to them. There was only one person with the spare key. "I told you that key was for emergency use only!"
"I'm sorry. Lake said I could borrow it and come see...you..."
Elliot stood in the doorway staring at Raleigh. The older male was spread across it with his feet on the coushions. Odd socks on his feet and his long red hair pulled back into a pony tail. He wore comfortable (and obviously 'lazy') clothes, and his round rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Propped up with pillows, he held a Nintendo DS in his hands. He smiled at Elliot and motioned with his free hand for the blonde to come in.
"If I knew you were going to make a habit of showing up randomly I would have given you a key of your own sooner."
Elliot blushed and looked at the key in his hand. "My classes finished early, and I didn't have anything else to do. I rarely ever see you when I'm at school, so Lake gave me the key..."
Closing the lid of his DS shut, Raleigh slipped off the couch and padded up to the younger male, wrapping his arms around Elliot and snuggling him. "You can always come and visit me when ever you want."
"I was worried you'd be working."
Raleigh chuckled. "I've always got time for you over the other Roxas."
Elliot frowned. "What do you mean?"
Raleigh's grin increased and he returned to his spot on the sofa, bringing Elliot to sit with him. Shuffling closer, he lifted the white DS and opened it to show Elliot the new game he had acquired. "Don't tell Lake I have it yet."
"You have 358 and a half days?"
That intoxicating grin grew even bigger, and Raleigh's fingers pushed buttons, making the little Roxas sprite jump around the top screen, an Axel sprite tagging along after him. He curled one arm around Elliot's form to snuggle against him and still play on his video game. "I'm not too sure about the new character they put in. I've read much speculation on who she is, but I'm not too sure of it."
"She's supposed to be Kairi, right?"
"She can't be Kairi's Nobody, because its already been established that character was Namine, and you can't make a Nobody from a Nobody - that requires a heart."
Elliot chuckled, nuzzling against Raleigh's warm side. "So who do you think she is?"
Raleigh "Hmmm"'d a bit before shrugging. "I'll have to play more a see, won't I?"
"So why don't you want Lake knowing you have it?"
"Because he's the biggest Kingdom Hearts geek that I know."
Elliot chuckled. "Not including yourself?"
Raleigh beamed, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly. "I'm a fan artist, I'm worse than geek status."
Seated on his sofa, Raleigh heard someone fiddling with the key at the door to his apartment. Without turning to look at the door, he opened his mouth to call out to them. There was only one person with the spare key. "I told you that key was for emergency use only!"
"I'm sorry. Lake said I could borrow it and come see...you..."
Elliot stood in the doorway staring at Raleigh. The older male was spread across it with his feet on the coushions. Odd socks on his feet and his long red hair pulled back into a pony tail. He wore comfortable (and obviously 'lazy') clothes, and his round rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Propped up with pillows, he held a Nintendo DS in his hands. He smiled at Elliot and motioned with his free hand for the blonde to come in.
"If I knew you were going to make a habit of showing up randomly I would have given you a key of your own sooner."
Elliot blushed and looked at the key in his hand. "My classes finished early, and I didn't have anything else to do. I rarely ever see you when I'm at school, so Lake gave me the key..."
Closing the lid of his DS shut, Raleigh slipped off the couch and padded up to the younger male, wrapping his arms around Elliot and snuggling him. "You can always come and visit me when ever you want."
"I was worried you'd be working."
Raleigh chuckled. "I've always got time for you over the other Roxas."
Elliot frowned. "What do you mean?"
Raleigh's grin increased and he returned to his spot on the sofa, bringing Elliot to sit with him. Shuffling closer, he lifted the white DS and opened it to show Elliot the new game he had acquired. "Don't tell Lake I have it yet."
"You have 358 and a half days?"
That intoxicating grin grew even bigger, and Raleigh's fingers pushed buttons, making the little Roxas sprite jump around the top screen, an Axel sprite tagging along after him. He curled one arm around Elliot's form to snuggle against him and still play on his video game. "I'm not too sure about the new character they put in. I've read much speculation on who she is, but I'm not too sure of it."
"She's supposed to be Kairi, right?"
"She can't be Kairi's Nobody, because its already been established that character was Namine, and you can't make a Nobody from a Nobody - that requires a heart."
Elliot chuckled, nuzzling against Raleigh's warm side. "So who do you think she is?"
Raleigh "Hmmm"'d a bit before shrugging. "I'll have to play more a see, won't I?"
"So why don't you want Lake knowing you have it?"
"Because he's the biggest Kingdom Hearts geek that I know."
Elliot chuckled. "Not including yourself?"
Raleigh beamed, leaning down to kiss his forehead softly. "I'm a fan artist, I'm worse than geek status."
Friday, 25 September 2009
Trio
"I think Elliot doesn't like Evan."
"What makes you think that?"
"Because I punched him the other day."
Lake looked up from what he was doing to stare across the table at Elliot. His hands ceased the childish braiding of Raleigh's long red hair, and his mouth hung open. "You punched him?"
"He deserved it," Elliot said grumpily.
"Evan was doing his usual, and forgetting the fact we're not together," Raleigh explained. "So Elliot smacked him on in the jaw."
Lake chuckled, shaking his head at his friend. The trio were sat in a little cafe tucked in a corner of the village. Lake was perched on the back of the seat, Raleigh between his legs while the teenager braided pieces of the long red. Lake had been playing with Raleigh's hair from the moment they all sat down together. Pulling it into pigtails, and generally making Raleigh look like a fool. Only Lake could get away with doing such a thing. "So are you guys speaking now, then?"
"I don't know," Raleigh replied with a sigh. "After carrying his ass to the hospital, I told him that to be honest I don't think we should be friends at all."
"I don't like him at all," Elliot said, stirring his straw in his soda. "Its like I don't exist to him."
"Evan sees what he wants to see," Lake explained. "Even before Calvin started pumping him full of drugs. But you can't just ditch him, you're too nice, Rawrie."
Raleigh smiled weakly. "I hoping Elliot's punch will have knocked some sense into him, and that he starts thinking about his actions - and that I don't want to be with him. Now, or ever again."
"Sooooo, are you two going to grow old together?" Lake asked with a purr. "Planning the wedding already, Rawrie?" He could see Elliot's blush threatening to crawl over his cheeks, and noted how Raleigh's body tensed beneath him at his teasing, but this was Lake, and he meant it in jest. "Bet you'll be adopting about six hundred kids and everything!" He leaned forward, bringing his face close to Raleigh's ear. "Elliot really likes kids," he said, acting as if he was whispering yet saying it loud enough for Elliot to hear.
Raleigh pushed him away, only to end up flying after him to catch him before Lake crashed onto the floor.
"What makes you think that?"
"Because I punched him the other day."
Lake looked up from what he was doing to stare across the table at Elliot. His hands ceased the childish braiding of Raleigh's long red hair, and his mouth hung open. "You punched him?"
"He deserved it," Elliot said grumpily.
"Evan was doing his usual, and forgetting the fact we're not together," Raleigh explained. "So Elliot smacked him on in the jaw."
Lake chuckled, shaking his head at his friend. The trio were sat in a little cafe tucked in a corner of the village. Lake was perched on the back of the seat, Raleigh between his legs while the teenager braided pieces of the long red. Lake had been playing with Raleigh's hair from the moment they all sat down together. Pulling it into pigtails, and generally making Raleigh look like a fool. Only Lake could get away with doing such a thing. "So are you guys speaking now, then?"
"I don't know," Raleigh replied with a sigh. "After carrying his ass to the hospital, I told him that to be honest I don't think we should be friends at all."
"I don't like him at all," Elliot said, stirring his straw in his soda. "Its like I don't exist to him."
"Evan sees what he wants to see," Lake explained. "Even before Calvin started pumping him full of drugs. But you can't just ditch him, you're too nice, Rawrie."
Raleigh smiled weakly. "I hoping Elliot's punch will have knocked some sense into him, and that he starts thinking about his actions - and that I don't want to be with him. Now, or ever again."
"Sooooo, are you two going to grow old together?" Lake asked with a purr. "Planning the wedding already, Rawrie?" He could see Elliot's blush threatening to crawl over his cheeks, and noted how Raleigh's body tensed beneath him at his teasing, but this was Lake, and he meant it in jest. "Bet you'll be adopting about six hundred kids and everything!" He leaned forward, bringing his face close to Raleigh's ear. "Elliot really likes kids," he said, acting as if he was whispering yet saying it loud enough for Elliot to hear.
Raleigh pushed him away, only to end up flying after him to catch him before Lake crashed onto the floor.
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Kangaroo Cry
A.N: Because Elliot isn't just Elliot without ANGST....
There was a frantic banging on his door. Pinching the bridge of his nose before opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling above, Raleigh untangled himself from sheets and arms and went to see just who would be calling at such a late hour. As he padded towards the door, he took one glance over to his bed where Elliot slept, shifting in his sleep as the knocking threatened to rouse him from his slumber. Not wanting him to awake, Raleigh hurried to the door and pulled it open a crack.
"Raleigh..?"
Outside stood a young man, only a few years younger than the red head with sleep still in his brown eyes. Sandy blond hair and dirt on his face, the man was shaking on the spot. His thin clothing was soaked through with rain water, and possibly some other source of dirty water.
Raleigh didn't say anything, just moved aside to allow the male inside. He shivered as he stepped inside, clutching his arms for warmth. Green eyes looked at Raleigh; the man standing there with sleep mussed hair and nothing but black boxers on. "I'll go get you a towel, go wait in the kitchen"
"Why?" the male croaked his question, voice ragged and horse.
"Because I don't want you dripping on my couch," Raleigh replied as he went in search of a towel for his friend. Doing as he was told, the lad walked with squelching shoes to the little area of Raleigh's studio apartment that made up the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, he looked over to where the bed.
"Who's that?" he asked as Raleigh came back with a selection of towels.
Raleigh looked over his shoulder at the figure just as Elliot rolled over and snuggled deeper into the blanket. "That's Elliot," he said as he helped his friend dry his hair. "Why are you here, Evan?"
"I needed some place to crash," Evan replied, leaning his head back as Ralleigh towel dryed his hair, then proceeded to run his fingers through the wet locks. "I had a fight with Calvin, and he pushed me into the foutain at the park."
"Calvin's a dick. I could have told you that a long time ago."
Evan sighed, pulling the towel tighter around his shoulders. "It was more than sex though, Leigh..."
Raleigh clicked his tongue and forcefully yanked at Evan's hair, causing the male to cry out in pain. "Of course it was, dumbass, and I did tell you a long time ago that popping those pills would get you in the shit." He smoothed his hand over the spot he had just abused, casting a wary glance over to his bed to check that the scream hadn't woken Elliot up. "How about next time I give you advice, you damn well take it?"
Evan nodded, and turned around, looking up at Raleigh's face. "I'm sorry, Leigh...For not listening to you."
Tongue ran over his lower lip as Raleigh stared at his friend. Dammit, why did Evan choose now to try and worm his way back in to Raleigh's life? "Look, its complicated now, Ev, and I don't think you should really be here..."
The shorter male pouted, reaching up and looping his arms around Raleigh's neck. "I still love you, Leigh. I'm sorry for all I put you through. Can we try again?" He was twirling one finger in the long hair at the back of Raleigh's neck, and leaned up on his toes to press his lips against Raleigh's pair. He pulled himself closer to Raleigh's body, one hand falling to lift Raleigh's arm and wrap it around himself. Like a puppet, Raleigh complied.
"Raleigh?"
A voice broke through, and Evan pulled back. Raleigh quickly turned to see Elliot sitting up in his bed, a look in his eyes. God, how many levels of heart break could Elliot go through before there was nothing left of this boy? Not even shooting a look to Evan, Raleigh headed to his bed where Elliot was now pulling on his clothes. "Ellie...Look, let me explain."
"No, Raleigh. You don't need to explain anything." His voice sounded dead, and his mind was set on wanting...needing to get out of the apartment. His eyes were hard, and it was obvious the boy was doing his all to keep himself from crying. Raleigh tried to grab his wrist, but Elliot just pulled away and left, the door slamming behind him.
With a growl, Raleigh rose from the bed and shot a glare at the male still standing in his kitchen. "Is it okay if I stay now?"
"No, Evan, its not."
"Why? He only looked like some high schooler. He'll get over it."
Raleigh hurriedly pulled on clothes. "That high schooler happened to be my boyfriend, Evan."
"I thought you said you weren't going to deal with relationships for a while?" Evan shifted nervously from one foot to the other, but no guilt yet registered in his blood shot eyes. "That's what you said last time..."
"Yeah, well, last time I didn't know about Elliot." He tugged on his coat and stood by the door, still glaring at Evan. "If you're still here when I get back, I'm going to make you think Calvin is nothing more than a pussy cat compared to me." The door slammed for a second time, and Raleigh headed out into the rain to try and find Elliot.
Phone held against his ear, Raleigh couldn't get through to Elliot's phone. Praying he could get through to Lake, he narrowly missed a collision with a car as he charged out into the road. The driver honked his horn angrily, but Raleigh ignored him and kept on running.
"Nnnmmmmwwhaaa...?"
"Lake! Lake! Lake, its me!"
"Me?"
"Raleigh, you idiot."
"Yeah?"
"I've lost Elliot. I need you to help me find him."
"He's not a set of keys, Rawrie, and I'm not playing Naked Hide n' Seek with you two."
"Fuck, Lake, Elliot has ran off! Evan came round, and Elliot saw us and wouldn't let me explain."
"I thought you and Evan weren't speaking?"
"We weren't! But Cal...Shit, Lake, I don't have time to explain! Just get your butt out of bed and help me find Ellie!"
The sun was starting to rise by the time Raleigh found Elliot. Lake had checked his dorm room, and the campus without luck. Searching the places he thought Elliot would be, Raleigh couldn't find him anywhere. He felt terrible for waking Xai, but she was the last person he could think of that might know where Elliot had gone.
"Have you tried Trace's grave?"
The rain had stopped now, but Raleigh had spent so much time in the rain that night that he was practically soaked through. He'd never visited the teenager's grave before, but Lake told him where it was. He couldn't bare to bring it up with Xai.
The blond was crouched by the headstone, tears and rain streaking his face.
"Ellie..."
"Why me, Raleigh? Out of all the people in the world - why did you have to pick me? What about him? Picking me just isn't enough, is it?"
"Evan and I...dated for a while," he said, standing behind Elliot's crouched form, hands stuffed into his pockets. "I don't know grief like your's, but I know heartbreak. Evan broke my heart...not once, but several times. I thought after that I wouldn't be able to feel like I had a heart again and so I told myself I just wouldn't get involved with anyone."
"So why was he there?"
"There's a man named Calvin - I met him once at a party, and he seemed like a really nice guy. He was fun and always up for a party. He wanted to be a writer, and so we became friends. I introduced him to Evan - which I really shouldn't have done. The two became really good friends, and they were partying all the time, I barely even saw Evan some weeks. Then one day, I find out through a friend that Evan and Calvin have been sleeping together. Break up number one." Raleigh stared at his shoes before looking to see what Elliot was doing. The boy was still staring at Trace's headstone. "After about two months, Evan comes and asks if I'll take him back. Being the idiot I am, I give in to him. But Evan comes back with baggage. He's on drugs, and no matter much I plead with him, Evan won't quit, so we break up again. Turns out Calvin was the one that was supplying Evan with the pills. So I go and confront the guy, and for the four months I thought I was with Evan, turns out he was still sleeping with Cal."
Raleigh sighed heavily, pushing his fingers through his hair. The rain had made it knotted, and it hurt to tug his fingers through. "Basically, Ellie, Evan is an idiot, but I couldn't turn him away when he needed help." Slowly, he went to crouch down beside Elliot. "Then I met you, and I was drawn to you. I couldn't help but fall in love with you."
There was a frantic banging on his door. Pinching the bridge of his nose before opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling above, Raleigh untangled himself from sheets and arms and went to see just who would be calling at such a late hour. As he padded towards the door, he took one glance over to his bed where Elliot slept, shifting in his sleep as the knocking threatened to rouse him from his slumber. Not wanting him to awake, Raleigh hurried to the door and pulled it open a crack.
"Raleigh..?"
Outside stood a young man, only a few years younger than the red head with sleep still in his brown eyes. Sandy blond hair and dirt on his face, the man was shaking on the spot. His thin clothing was soaked through with rain water, and possibly some other source of dirty water.
Raleigh didn't say anything, just moved aside to allow the male inside. He shivered as he stepped inside, clutching his arms for warmth. Green eyes looked at Raleigh; the man standing there with sleep mussed hair and nothing but black boxers on. "I'll go get you a towel, go wait in the kitchen"
"Why?" the male croaked his question, voice ragged and horse.
"Because I don't want you dripping on my couch," Raleigh replied as he went in search of a towel for his friend. Doing as he was told, the lad walked with squelching shoes to the little area of Raleigh's studio apartment that made up the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, he looked over to where the bed.
"Who's that?" he asked as Raleigh came back with a selection of towels.
Raleigh looked over his shoulder at the figure just as Elliot rolled over and snuggled deeper into the blanket. "That's Elliot," he said as he helped his friend dry his hair. "Why are you here, Evan?"
"I needed some place to crash," Evan replied, leaning his head back as Ralleigh towel dryed his hair, then proceeded to run his fingers through the wet locks. "I had a fight with Calvin, and he pushed me into the foutain at the park."
"Calvin's a dick. I could have told you that a long time ago."
Evan sighed, pulling the towel tighter around his shoulders. "It was more than sex though, Leigh..."
Raleigh clicked his tongue and forcefully yanked at Evan's hair, causing the male to cry out in pain. "Of course it was, dumbass, and I did tell you a long time ago that popping those pills would get you in the shit." He smoothed his hand over the spot he had just abused, casting a wary glance over to his bed to check that the scream hadn't woken Elliot up. "How about next time I give you advice, you damn well take it?"
Evan nodded, and turned around, looking up at Raleigh's face. "I'm sorry, Leigh...For not listening to you."
Tongue ran over his lower lip as Raleigh stared at his friend. Dammit, why did Evan choose now to try and worm his way back in to Raleigh's life? "Look, its complicated now, Ev, and I don't think you should really be here..."
The shorter male pouted, reaching up and looping his arms around Raleigh's neck. "I still love you, Leigh. I'm sorry for all I put you through. Can we try again?" He was twirling one finger in the long hair at the back of Raleigh's neck, and leaned up on his toes to press his lips against Raleigh's pair. He pulled himself closer to Raleigh's body, one hand falling to lift Raleigh's arm and wrap it around himself. Like a puppet, Raleigh complied.
"Raleigh?"
A voice broke through, and Evan pulled back. Raleigh quickly turned to see Elliot sitting up in his bed, a look in his eyes. God, how many levels of heart break could Elliot go through before there was nothing left of this boy? Not even shooting a look to Evan, Raleigh headed to his bed where Elliot was now pulling on his clothes. "Ellie...Look, let me explain."
"No, Raleigh. You don't need to explain anything." His voice sounded dead, and his mind was set on wanting...needing to get out of the apartment. His eyes were hard, and it was obvious the boy was doing his all to keep himself from crying. Raleigh tried to grab his wrist, but Elliot just pulled away and left, the door slamming behind him.
With a growl, Raleigh rose from the bed and shot a glare at the male still standing in his kitchen. "Is it okay if I stay now?"
"No, Evan, its not."
"Why? He only looked like some high schooler. He'll get over it."
Raleigh hurriedly pulled on clothes. "That high schooler happened to be my boyfriend, Evan."
"I thought you said you weren't going to deal with relationships for a while?" Evan shifted nervously from one foot to the other, but no guilt yet registered in his blood shot eyes. "That's what you said last time..."
"Yeah, well, last time I didn't know about Elliot." He tugged on his coat and stood by the door, still glaring at Evan. "If you're still here when I get back, I'm going to make you think Calvin is nothing more than a pussy cat compared to me." The door slammed for a second time, and Raleigh headed out into the rain to try and find Elliot.
Phone held against his ear, Raleigh couldn't get through to Elliot's phone. Praying he could get through to Lake, he narrowly missed a collision with a car as he charged out into the road. The driver honked his horn angrily, but Raleigh ignored him and kept on running.
"Nnnmmmmwwhaaa...?"
"Lake! Lake! Lake, its me!"
"Me?"
"Raleigh, you idiot."
"Yeah?"
"I've lost Elliot. I need you to help me find him."
"He's not a set of keys, Rawrie, and I'm not playing Naked Hide n' Seek with you two."
"Fuck, Lake, Elliot has ran off! Evan came round, and Elliot saw us and wouldn't let me explain."
"I thought you and Evan weren't speaking?"
"We weren't! But Cal...Shit, Lake, I don't have time to explain! Just get your butt out of bed and help me find Ellie!"
The sun was starting to rise by the time Raleigh found Elliot. Lake had checked his dorm room, and the campus without luck. Searching the places he thought Elliot would be, Raleigh couldn't find him anywhere. He felt terrible for waking Xai, but she was the last person he could think of that might know where Elliot had gone.
"Have you tried Trace's grave?"
The rain had stopped now, but Raleigh had spent so much time in the rain that night that he was practically soaked through. He'd never visited the teenager's grave before, but Lake told him where it was. He couldn't bare to bring it up with Xai.
The blond was crouched by the headstone, tears and rain streaking his face.
"Ellie..."
"Why me, Raleigh? Out of all the people in the world - why did you have to pick me? What about him? Picking me just isn't enough, is it?"
"Evan and I...dated for a while," he said, standing behind Elliot's crouched form, hands stuffed into his pockets. "I don't know grief like your's, but I know heartbreak. Evan broke my heart...not once, but several times. I thought after that I wouldn't be able to feel like I had a heart again and so I told myself I just wouldn't get involved with anyone."
"So why was he there?"
"There's a man named Calvin - I met him once at a party, and he seemed like a really nice guy. He was fun and always up for a party. He wanted to be a writer, and so we became friends. I introduced him to Evan - which I really shouldn't have done. The two became really good friends, and they were partying all the time, I barely even saw Evan some weeks. Then one day, I find out through a friend that Evan and Calvin have been sleeping together. Break up number one." Raleigh stared at his shoes before looking to see what Elliot was doing. The boy was still staring at Trace's headstone. "After about two months, Evan comes and asks if I'll take him back. Being the idiot I am, I give in to him. But Evan comes back with baggage. He's on drugs, and no matter much I plead with him, Evan won't quit, so we break up again. Turns out Calvin was the one that was supplying Evan with the pills. So I go and confront the guy, and for the four months I thought I was with Evan, turns out he was still sleeping with Cal."
Raleigh sighed heavily, pushing his fingers through his hair. The rain had made it knotted, and it hurt to tug his fingers through. "Basically, Ellie, Evan is an idiot, but I couldn't turn him away when he needed help." Slowly, he went to crouch down beside Elliot. "Then I met you, and I was drawn to you. I couldn't help but fall in love with you."
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