Without you, Logan/Remy, FRAO
Title: Without you
Words: 410
Warnings: Character death and angst
Rating: FRAO
Spoilers: none
A/N: For amara_m as a thanks for the Rent Soundtracks. *smishes*. I didn't mean for this to be so angsty when I started but I guess my muse got affected by watching Rent too.
The sea is the color of asphalt and the rock is cold behind him. He can see the storm clouds rolling in the distance and the wind is already tugging at his hair. He should leave, go inside and get warm, but he is not really ready yet. His eyes are dry but his heart still feels like a shrivelled up shadow of itself.
He doesn't look up when he feels the presence. Knows who it is already.
"I'm not ready to forgive you yet..."
"I know."
The other man sits down next to him. A warm presence at his side. A reminder of things that was and might never be again.
"You are not real"
"Nope... probably a coping mechanism"
Will definitely never be again then. Never going to feel those large hands on his hips again, never taste that rough, musky whiskey flavor.
"I thought you couldn't die"
"Hmm... me too. Turns out I was wrong."
The explosion had torn the building to shreds. Reduced everything to it's smallest parts - including the last man inside. The one that had saved them all, given them a chance to go on living. Not even Logan could survive that and Remy had to see the man he loved die. There was that perfect moment of stillness when he met his eyes through the window. When he saw that feral grin for the last time illuminated by the fires and death. Maybe he imagined it but he though he saw Logan's lips form a "good bye" before he and the building was gone in a bright flare. He could still feel the heat on his skin.
"You can't mope forever you know"
"Watch me..."
"Stubborn kid"
"Stupid Canadian"
He remembers hands in his hair, blunt nails down his back, slick tongue in his mouth, licking caressing erasing. Hard muscles under his hands, painting the skin, charging the drops of sweat, creating small explosions and tearing growls out of Logan's throat. Body's moving in an ancient rhythm accompanied by moans and spilled words without meaning. Collapsing in a heap of skin and lazy caresses.
"What will I do without you?"
Tears are escaping his eyes again, rolling slowly down his cheek as the wind picks up again.
"Live. Just promise me to live..."
"I don't know if I can..."
"Do it for me. I got my years, please don't waste yours."
The presence fades, the heat with it and Remy is alone again.
Words: 410
Warnings: Character death and angst
Rating: FRAO
Spoilers: none
A/N: For amara_m as a thanks for the Rent Soundtracks. *smishes*. I didn't mean for this to be so angsty when I started but I guess my muse got affected by watching Rent too.
The sea is the color of asphalt and the rock is cold behind him. He can see the storm clouds rolling in the distance and the wind is already tugging at his hair. He should leave, go inside and get warm, but he is not really ready yet. His eyes are dry but his heart still feels like a shrivelled up shadow of itself.
He doesn't look up when he feels the presence. Knows who it is already.
"I'm not ready to forgive you yet..."
"I know."
The other man sits down next to him. A warm presence at his side. A reminder of things that was and might never be again.
"You are not real"
"Nope... probably a coping mechanism"
Will definitely never be again then. Never going to feel those large hands on his hips again, never taste that rough, musky whiskey flavor.
"I thought you couldn't die"
"Hmm... me too. Turns out I was wrong."
The explosion had torn the building to shreds. Reduced everything to it's smallest parts - including the last man inside. The one that had saved them all, given them a chance to go on living. Not even Logan could survive that and Remy had to see the man he loved die. There was that perfect moment of stillness when he met his eyes through the window. When he saw that feral grin for the last time illuminated by the fires and death. Maybe he imagined it but he though he saw Logan's lips form a "good bye" before he and the building was gone in a bright flare. He could still feel the heat on his skin.
"You can't mope forever you know"
"Watch me..."
"Stubborn kid"
"Stupid Canadian"
He remembers hands in his hair, blunt nails down his back, slick tongue in his mouth, licking caressing erasing. Hard muscles under his hands, painting the skin, charging the drops of sweat, creating small explosions and tearing growls out of Logan's throat. Body's moving in an ancient rhythm accompanied by moans and spilled words without meaning. Collapsing in a heap of skin and lazy caresses.
"What will I do without you?"
Tears are escaping his eyes again, rolling slowly down his cheek as the wind picks up again.
"Live. Just promise me to live..."
"I don't know if I can..."
"Do it for me. I got my years, please don't waste yours."
The presence fades, the heat with it and Remy is alone again.