FIC: Eclipse (Centon; Rated R; Epilogue)
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply.
Title: Eclipse
Pairing: Centon (main)
Story Rating: R
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Summary: When trust becomes an issue, things can go horribly wrong.
Author's Notes: NYAHAHAHAHA PSYCH PSYCH PSYCH I HAD ONE MORE CHAPTER LOLOLOLOL. Did no one notice that I didn't put "~ THE END. ~" at the end of the last chapter? :: giggle. :: I'd always planned this to have an epilogue, but it took me a while to write it, because I wanted to do the rest of the fic justice. This is really, really, REALLY the end of this fic. I want to sincerely thank EVERYBODY who read this fic all the way through and have left me such wonderful reviews. You all have been a ray of sunshine in some very gray skies in my life. You have no idea how much you all mean to me. Thank you for everything, and I hope I continue to entertain you with my fics.
X-posted to: marcianafics, cenaortonmylove and lady_tavington
Previous:
1. Just Tonight
2. The Morning After
3. Dinner At Last
4. The Proposal
5. The First Bite
6. Change Of Heart
7. The Second Bite
8. Slight Pivot/The Final Sting
9. The Third Bite
10. When All Boils Over
11. Awakening
12. Turnabout
13. Hard Truths
14a. Possession (Interlude)
14b. Collision
15. Fusion
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ECLIPSE
a CENTON fic
by MARCIANA (lady_tavington)
EPILOGUE.
“Hey, how you feeling?” John asks as Randy flips to a different channel.
“Like World War III is happening inside me,” Randy answers dryly, nose crunching at the tray in John’s hands, “What is that?”
“It’s the peace treaty for aforementioned war,” John replies, smirking as Randy balks, “Come on, Ortz, doctor said you need plenty of fluids.”
“Soups aren’t fluids,” Randy protests, “Water is fluids. Juice is fluids. Miller Light is fluids.”
“Soups count, moron,” John counters, “And if you think for one second I’m gonna let you have alcohol while you’re sick this close to the South Africa tour, you, sir, are sadly mistaken. Now be a good boy and sit up.”
Grumbling bitterly, Randy does as he’s told, leaning back against the pillows as John sets up the breakfast tray. John sits himself beside Randy, back to the TV, and picks up the spoon, scooping some soup into it.
“Look, Wan-Wan, here comes the choo-choo train!” John teases, making train noises.
“Boy, I will fuck your shit up if you do that again,” Randy says stonily as John chuckles heartily.
“Oh yeah?” he challenges, still grinning.
“Fuck yeah,” Randy answers, “Just as soon as I kick this virus.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” John replies, “Now open up.”
“I can feed myself, thanks,” Randy says, eyebrow raised at his boyfriend, “I’m sick, not invalid.”
“Yeah, but I wanna,” John shrugs, his smile sweetening.
Randy leans forward and plants a tiny, chaste kiss on John’s nose. “You’re cute,” he says, “But you’re making me feel like a 3-year-old. It’s the farthest thing from romantic.”
“And you would know exactly what romantic is,” John laughs as Randy takes the spoon from him and has himself some soup, wincing slightly, “Wouldn’t you, Mr I’ll Make Us A Bubble Bath But Not Get In With You?”
“I don’t like bubbles, okay?” Randy says, “Just when you think you’ve got them in your hand, they disappear! It’s maddening. They bring your hopes up just to crash it back down when they burst.”
“We should tell the bubbles to warn you next time then,” John replies, snidely, “Eat up.”
Randy does, taking another mouthful of soup and blanching. “I really hate this soup,” he says, washing the taste down with a big swig of water.
“That’s okay,” John answers, “I don’t think it likes you very much either.”
Randy flips John off before taking another spoonful. “Can I be honest with you?” he asks John.
“Is this the part where you tell me who you slept with that gave you that virus?” John teases, face crunching slightly as he pulls back just a little.
“How many times, Felix?” Randy snorts, “Majority of the Smackdown! people have it.”
“Well then,” John says, face stoic, “Guess the guy who gave it to you got real busy, huh?”
“Shut your face up, Cena,” Randy answers, and John laughs, “No, I was just thinking...”
“About?” John prompts.
Randy sighs. “Look, I know you’re trying to make it up to me,” he begins, and John blushes a bit, not needing to be told what “it” means, “But promise me something.”
“Anything,” John says right away, watching Randy closely.
Randy lifts his spoon, then turns it and lets the soup fall back into the bowl. “Never, and I mean NEVER make soup without help,” Randy says pointedly, “Ever again.”
John’s phone rings just as John himself chuckles, and Randy thinks there’s a hint of relief in his tone. “Eat up, Wan-Wan,” he says as he stands from the bed, checking the caller ID on his phone.
“Who is it?” Randy asks as John presses the green button on his phone and lifts it up to his ear.
John only puts up a finger to Randy, as if telling him to wait, as he answers the call, “Hi,” he says into it, standing from the bed, “Haven’t heard from you in a while...” He walks out of the room as the call continues.
Randy takes another spoonful of soup. A bit of the warm liquid slips past his lips and off his chin. Muttering a curse under his breath, Randy pulls some tissue from the bedside table and wipes it off his chest, making sure to clean off the small gold crucifix hanging from a thin chain around his neck.
~ THE END. ~
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Love Lots And God Bless!
~ MARCIANA ~
http://twitter.com/marciana86
Title: Eclipse
Pairing: Centon (main)
Story Rating: R
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Summary: When trust becomes an issue, things can go horribly wrong.
Author's Notes: NYAHAHAHAHA PSYCH PSYCH PSYCH I HAD ONE MORE CHAPTER LOLOLOLOL. Did no one notice that I didn't put "~ THE END. ~" at the end of the last chapter? :: giggle. :: I'd always planned this to have an epilogue, but it took me a while to write it, because I wanted to do the rest of the fic justice. This is really, really, REALLY the end of this fic. I want to sincerely thank EVERYBODY who read this fic all the way through and have left me such wonderful reviews. You all have been a ray of sunshine in some very gray skies in my life. You have no idea how much you all mean to me. Thank you for everything, and I hope I continue to entertain you with my fics.
X-posted to: marcianafics, cenaortonmylove and lady_tavington
Previous:
1. Just Tonight
2. The Morning After
3. Dinner At Last
4. The Proposal
5. The First Bite
6. Change Of Heart
7. The Second Bite
8. Slight Pivot/The Final Sting
9. The Third Bite
10. When All Boils Over
11. Awakening
12. Turnabout
13. Hard Truths
14a. Possession (Interlude)
14b. Collision
15. Fusion
===============================================
ECLIPSE
a CENTON fic
by MARCIANA (lady_tavington)
EPILOGUE.
“Hey, how you feeling?” John asks as Randy flips to a different channel.
“Like World War III is happening inside me,” Randy answers dryly, nose crunching at the tray in John’s hands, “What is that?”
“It’s the peace treaty for aforementioned war,” John replies, smirking as Randy balks, “Come on, Ortz, doctor said you need plenty of fluids.”
“Soups aren’t fluids,” Randy protests, “Water is fluids. Juice is fluids. Miller Light is fluids.”
“Soups count, moron,” John counters, “And if you think for one second I’m gonna let you have alcohol while you’re sick this close to the South Africa tour, you, sir, are sadly mistaken. Now be a good boy and sit up.”
Grumbling bitterly, Randy does as he’s told, leaning back against the pillows as John sets up the breakfast tray. John sits himself beside Randy, back to the TV, and picks up the spoon, scooping some soup into it.
“Look, Wan-Wan, here comes the choo-choo train!” John teases, making train noises.
“Boy, I will fuck your shit up if you do that again,” Randy says stonily as John chuckles heartily.
“Oh yeah?” he challenges, still grinning.
“Fuck yeah,” Randy answers, “Just as soon as I kick this virus.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” John replies, “Now open up.”
“I can feed myself, thanks,” Randy says, eyebrow raised at his boyfriend, “I’m sick, not invalid.”
“Yeah, but I wanna,” John shrugs, his smile sweetening.
Randy leans forward and plants a tiny, chaste kiss on John’s nose. “You’re cute,” he says, “But you’re making me feel like a 3-year-old. It’s the farthest thing from romantic.”
“And you would know exactly what romantic is,” John laughs as Randy takes the spoon from him and has himself some soup, wincing slightly, “Wouldn’t you, Mr I’ll Make Us A Bubble Bath But Not Get In With You?”
“I don’t like bubbles, okay?” Randy says, “Just when you think you’ve got them in your hand, they disappear! It’s maddening. They bring your hopes up just to crash it back down when they burst.”
“We should tell the bubbles to warn you next time then,” John replies, snidely, “Eat up.”
Randy does, taking another mouthful of soup and blanching. “I really hate this soup,” he says, washing the taste down with a big swig of water.
“That’s okay,” John answers, “I don’t think it likes you very much either.”
Randy flips John off before taking another spoonful. “Can I be honest with you?” he asks John.
“Is this the part where you tell me who you slept with that gave you that virus?” John teases, face crunching slightly as he pulls back just a little.
“How many times, Felix?” Randy snorts, “Majority of the Smackdown! people have it.”
“Well then,” John says, face stoic, “Guess the guy who gave it to you got real busy, huh?”
“Shut your face up, Cena,” Randy answers, and John laughs, “No, I was just thinking...”
“About?” John prompts.
Randy sighs. “Look, I know you’re trying to make it up to me,” he begins, and John blushes a bit, not needing to be told what “it” means, “But promise me something.”
“Anything,” John says right away, watching Randy closely.
Randy lifts his spoon, then turns it and lets the soup fall back into the bowl. “Never, and I mean NEVER make soup without help,” Randy says pointedly, “Ever again.”
John’s phone rings just as John himself chuckles, and Randy thinks there’s a hint of relief in his tone. “Eat up, Wan-Wan,” he says as he stands from the bed, checking the caller ID on his phone.
“Who is it?” Randy asks as John presses the green button on his phone and lifts it up to his ear.
John only puts up a finger to Randy, as if telling him to wait, as he answers the call, “Hi,” he says into it, standing from the bed, “Haven’t heard from you in a while...” He walks out of the room as the call continues.
Randy takes another spoonful of soup. A bit of the warm liquid slips past his lips and off his chin. Muttering a curse under his breath, Randy pulls some tissue from the bedside table and wipes it off his chest, making sure to clean off the small gold crucifix hanging from a thin chain around his neck.
~ THE END. ~
==================================================================
Love Lots And God Bless!
~ MARCIANA ~
http://twitter.com/marciana86