SPM Ficlet: Have You Ever Seen The Rain
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Peter
Notes: Forgive for silly mistakes, if there are any. Started off as an answer to a challenge in spideyslash (theme: rain and/or marking). Don't know if I should submit there, but here it is, on my LJ first.
Revised: 17 Aug 2004
Title:
Have You Ever Seen The Rain
There is hurt in Harry's eyes. He can see the pain on Harry's face as it hovers above his, and the tears mingling with the raindrops of a heavy midday downpour. Or is it just rain, streaking down his face, instead of tears?
He can feel his disbelief, anger, and confusion. Volatile emotions Peter could relate to.
But he knows nothing he could offer Harry at this moment; he isn’t ready to listen. Isn’t ready to confront reality. Isn't ready to accept things that are inconsistent with all that he has believed in.
Peter knows that it takes a while for a fallen man to stand up, and Harry has fallen real hard.
Harry has a stylish blade in his hand. Sharp, polished metal, and pointed to the tip. Traces of blood drip off the end, into a diluted puddle on the dirty concrete. Peter will have thought it to be a poetic imagery, if the blood isn’t his. But it is, and he can’t stop Harry from drawing patterns into his skin, leaving his skin in lines and blood.
The cuts are shallow, the pain tingling sharply as the rain cleans the wounds. Peter knows they are superficial; they will heal quickly, unlike Harry’s emotional scars, which may never disappear.
To be lied to by someone you trust takes away the faith you have in people. Peter is the only friend Harry thought he could trust, and thought that precious trust to be betrayed. Harry is furious, and he may very well take out his anger on Peter. He will hurt him, as much as he can without killing him. Peter sees it all too clear in his eyes, even as he is on a cold, comfortless floor, unable to move. Then, he reminds himself that Harry is also drunk, capable of doing anything before thinking.
Peter starts to panic, and prays that his enhanced immune system will soon get over the paralysis drug in his bloodstream.
What comes next though, surprises him.
Harry has put away his dagger. He bows his head down to meet his wounds with tender lips. Peter strains his neck for a clearer confirmation of Harry’s actions. Whose tongue is following the cuts across the skin of his hand in an erotic dance. Peter gasps despite himself, senses slowly returning to him; slowly beginning to feel the pain. Harry moves upwards until they are face to face. Peter’s breaths grow shorter as his heartbeat drums louder in his ears.
Harry says nothing. He doesn’t have to. He needn’t have to.
Suddenly, Peter understands.
Don’t leave me.
The rain continues to pour. Raindrops trickle off the tip of Harry’s nose and onto Peter’s face.
I won’t.
Urk. What lack of sleep. *retires*
Pairing: Harry/Peter
Notes: Forgive for silly mistakes, if there are any. Started off as an answer to a challenge in spideyslash (theme: rain and/or marking). Don't know if I should submit there, but here it is, on my LJ first.
Revised: 17 Aug 2004
Title:
Have You Ever Seen The Rain
There is hurt in Harry's eyes. He can see the pain on Harry's face as it hovers above his, and the tears mingling with the raindrops of a heavy midday downpour. Or is it just rain, streaking down his face, instead of tears?
He can feel his disbelief, anger, and confusion. Volatile emotions Peter could relate to.
But he knows nothing he could offer Harry at this moment; he isn’t ready to listen. Isn’t ready to confront reality. Isn't ready to accept things that are inconsistent with all that he has believed in.
Peter knows that it takes a while for a fallen man to stand up, and Harry has fallen real hard.
Harry has a stylish blade in his hand. Sharp, polished metal, and pointed to the tip. Traces of blood drip off the end, into a diluted puddle on the dirty concrete. Peter will have thought it to be a poetic imagery, if the blood isn’t his. But it is, and he can’t stop Harry from drawing patterns into his skin, leaving his skin in lines and blood.
The cuts are shallow, the pain tingling sharply as the rain cleans the wounds. Peter knows they are superficial; they will heal quickly, unlike Harry’s emotional scars, which may never disappear.
To be lied to by someone you trust takes away the faith you have in people. Peter is the only friend Harry thought he could trust, and thought that precious trust to be betrayed. Harry is furious, and he may very well take out his anger on Peter. He will hurt him, as much as he can without killing him. Peter sees it all too clear in his eyes, even as he is on a cold, comfortless floor, unable to move. Then, he reminds himself that Harry is also drunk, capable of doing anything before thinking.
Peter starts to panic, and prays that his enhanced immune system will soon get over the paralysis drug in his bloodstream.
What comes next though, surprises him.
Harry has put away his dagger. He bows his head down to meet his wounds with tender lips. Peter strains his neck for a clearer confirmation of Harry’s actions. Whose tongue is following the cuts across the skin of his hand in an erotic dance. Peter gasps despite himself, senses slowly returning to him; slowly beginning to feel the pain. Harry moves upwards until they are face to face. Peter’s breaths grow shorter as his heartbeat drums louder in his ears.
Harry says nothing. He doesn’t have to. He needn’t have to.
Suddenly, Peter understands.
Don’t leave me.
The rain continues to pour. Raindrops trickle off the tip of Harry’s nose and onto Peter’s face.
I won’t.
Urk. What lack of sleep. *retires*