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Title: Untitled
Author: pembroke
Rating: PG at most for stupid fluff and mild language.
Pairing: Ray/Walt, With the Moon I Run verse
Fandom: Generation Kill
Word count: 777
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. Character are based on the HBO representations, not on the actual people themselves.
Summary: “This has never happened to me.” “What, meeting another wolf or getting boned by one?”
A/N: Directly following this fic.
On their way to the first roadside truck stop diner that they could find, Ray tried to explain that Walt didn’t really have to buy him breakfast - he had just been kidding about that. But Walt insisted that it was really the least he could do after what happened. He might have been a werewolf and this might have been the weirdest situation he ever found himself in, but his mother raised him to be polite.
Even if this was something that would have left his mother clutching at metaphorical pearls.
Walt couldn’t even bring himself to be surprised that Ray’s breakfast order was identical to his own and consisted of just about everything on the menu. Mornings after transformations were rough.
“This has never happened to me,” Ray said around a mouthful of breakfast ham. He had syrup from the waffles he just finished around the corners of his mouth. It was something that should have really put Walt off, but he smiled despite himself.
“What, meeting another wolf or getting boned by one?”
“Both, homes. Aside from the one that got me, but he didn’t stick around very long.” Ray took a sip of his orange juice and started into the massive pile of scrambled eggs in front of him.
“It’s the same for me,” Walt admitted. “I’ve been one since I moved here my freshman year of college six years ago. It made coursework really fucking difficult.” Walt pushed some of the food on his plate around with his fork. It felt weird talking openly about this, but he sort of liked it. Walt distanced himself from his old friends and he was lonely because of it. After getting over the initial shock of waking up on the ground in a forest next to him, he found himself really liking Ray.
“And you’ve been here since then? Shit,” he said, shoveling some more food into his mouth. “I move like... every six months. I can’t imagine being in one place for six years.”
“Why do you move so much?” Walt frowned. “Has anyone.. found you?”
“You mean hunters or some shit? No, not yet. But I’m really fucking paranoid that they might. I don’t want any high and mighty douchebag deciding that I’m apparently not human enough to live amongst them anymore.”
Walt nodded. He tried not to think about hunters that much - he was extremely careful about his transformations - but it was a fear that always sat in the back of his mind.
They ate in silence for a while, slowly emptying the many plates of food that the waitress had to take two trips to bring over. (Ray had simply flashed her a smile and said “growing boys.” Walt couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit fond.)
“Do you mind if I ask you what happened to your face?” Walt said after finishing off a plate of hash browns. He had been debating on asking ever since they both had finally hunted down their discarded clothes in the forest earlier. “That wasn’t... from me or anything, was it?”
“What, this?” Ray brought his hand up to his chin, then wiped away some of the syrup that he had apparently not noticed was there before. “Nah, not from you. I picked a fight with a skinwalker a few states over a while ago. The fucker was three times your size.”
“I thought you said you never met another wolf be-” Walt started before Ray stopped him with his fork pointed his way.
“Dude, skinwalkers are not wolves. This dude was a fucking bear. And I don’t mean the gay man kind.”
Walt smirked and held up his hands in defeat. “Okay okay, sorry I got my monsters mixed up.”
“As you should be, homes.” Ray smiled back at him and put the fork down. “I did meet him un-transformed afterwards. Not a bad dude. Really fucking man pretty. Though he didn’t fuck me in the forest and then offer to buy me breakfast afterwards. I think you’ve got him beat.”
Walt felt his cheeks go pink. Ray continued talking.
“But really, don’t worry too much about it dude. Like I said before, wolf me wouldn’t have given it up unless he liked wolf you.” He paused for a moment before adding- “Human me is sort of liking human you, too.”
Walt’s face broke into a huge smile. “Do you have anywhere you need to be after this? I mean... Do you want to come back to my apartment with me?”
Ray knocked his feet against Walt’s under the table. “Nowhere I need to be at all. I’m all yours, sunshine.”
Author: pembroke
Rating: PG at most for stupid fluff and mild language.
Pairing: Ray/Walt, With the Moon I Run verse
Fandom: Generation Kill
Word count: 777
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. Character are based on the HBO representations, not on the actual people themselves.
Summary: “This has never happened to me.” “What, meeting another wolf or getting boned by one?”
A/N: Directly following this fic.
On their way to the first roadside truck stop diner that they could find, Ray tried to explain that Walt didn’t really have to buy him breakfast - he had just been kidding about that. But Walt insisted that it was really the least he could do after what happened. He might have been a werewolf and this might have been the weirdest situation he ever found himself in, but his mother raised him to be polite.
Even if this was something that would have left his mother clutching at metaphorical pearls.
Walt couldn’t even bring himself to be surprised that Ray’s breakfast order was identical to his own and consisted of just about everything on the menu. Mornings after transformations were rough.
“This has never happened to me,” Ray said around a mouthful of breakfast ham. He had syrup from the waffles he just finished around the corners of his mouth. It was something that should have really put Walt off, but he smiled despite himself.
“What, meeting another wolf or getting boned by one?”
“Both, homes. Aside from the one that got me, but he didn’t stick around very long.” Ray took a sip of his orange juice and started into the massive pile of scrambled eggs in front of him.
“It’s the same for me,” Walt admitted. “I’ve been one since I moved here my freshman year of college six years ago. It made coursework really fucking difficult.” Walt pushed some of the food on his plate around with his fork. It felt weird talking openly about this, but he sort of liked it. Walt distanced himself from his old friends and he was lonely because of it. After getting over the initial shock of waking up on the ground in a forest next to him, he found himself really liking Ray.
“And you’ve been here since then? Shit,” he said, shoveling some more food into his mouth. “I move like... every six months. I can’t imagine being in one place for six years.”
“Why do you move so much?” Walt frowned. “Has anyone.. found you?”
“You mean hunters or some shit? No, not yet. But I’m really fucking paranoid that they might. I don’t want any high and mighty douchebag deciding that I’m apparently not human enough to live amongst them anymore.”
Walt nodded. He tried not to think about hunters that much - he was extremely careful about his transformations - but it was a fear that always sat in the back of his mind.
They ate in silence for a while, slowly emptying the many plates of food that the waitress had to take two trips to bring over. (Ray had simply flashed her a smile and said “growing boys.” Walt couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit fond.)
“Do you mind if I ask you what happened to your face?” Walt said after finishing off a plate of hash browns. He had been debating on asking ever since they both had finally hunted down their discarded clothes in the forest earlier. “That wasn’t... from me or anything, was it?”
“What, this?” Ray brought his hand up to his chin, then wiped away some of the syrup that he had apparently not noticed was there before. “Nah, not from you. I picked a fight with a skinwalker a few states over a while ago. The fucker was three times your size.”
“I thought you said you never met another wolf be-” Walt started before Ray stopped him with his fork pointed his way.
“Dude, skinwalkers are not wolves. This dude was a fucking bear. And I don’t mean the gay man kind.”
Walt smirked and held up his hands in defeat. “Okay okay, sorry I got my monsters mixed up.”
“As you should be, homes.” Ray smiled back at him and put the fork down. “I did meet him un-transformed afterwards. Not a bad dude. Really fucking man pretty. Though he didn’t fuck me in the forest and then offer to buy me breakfast afterwards. I think you’ve got him beat.”
Walt felt his cheeks go pink. Ray continued talking.
“But really, don’t worry too much about it dude. Like I said before, wolf me wouldn’t have given it up unless he liked wolf you.” He paused for a moment before adding- “Human me is sort of liking human you, too.”
Walt’s face broke into a huge smile. “Do you have anywhere you need to be after this? I mean... Do you want to come back to my apartment with me?”
Ray knocked his feet against Walt’s under the table. “Nowhere I need to be at all. I’m all yours, sunshine.”