This is because of Tangerine and "Alegria", and the horrible, awful, sad,
wonderful, incredible descriptions of the smells of blood and death (which
spawned the line "Do you know what death smells like?"); also because of my
Classics exam and how I'm not studying for it; also Kael and River
discussing picnics; and of course KJ. Canon Mooks are KJ's babies; Bobby and
Remy are technically Marvel's (and no profit is being made), but KJ deserves
them. Let's start a petition.
Archiving: If you don't have blanket permission (Kaylee, Sascha, anyone
else?) just ask :)
This would be somewhere amid, or slightly after, part two of Any
This has slash themes-- it's in the Mooks
universe, after all :)
A Perfect Kinda World
He fed Remy another grape, and grinned like an idiot when Remy's lips sucked
in his fingertip as well. One of Remy's eyelids lowered at him in a teasing
wink, and Bobby gazed at his long and liquid eyelashes adoringly. Those
eyes held him mesmerized as Remy chewed, deliberately moistening his lips
with his tongue with each and every movement of his jaw. Bobby gritted his
teeth, narrowing his eyes at his lover. "If you're going to tease me like
that, you could at least pass me my sandwich."
Remy apologized with absolutely no sincerity, and handed him his ham on rye.
Bobby took a bite as seductively as he could, trying to mimic Remy's
teasing, and then inwardly sighed as he felt himself get mustard in the
corners of his mouth. He moved to wipe it away, but Remy grabbed a napkin
and dabbed away the offending substance first. His touch made Bobby drift
away into a momentary daydream, where no one but the two of them existed and
there was no cancer, and no hatred, and the sun was shining.
They'd gone to the chemo ward earlier that day because Remy wanted to talk
to Marcus. It was Bobby's first visit, and he'd waited outside in the hall,
and desperately tried not to weep at all the people who could have been
Remy. Who might be Remy. Afterwards, Bobby had suggested they spend some
time in the city, since Remy was feeling a little better. They'd bought some
food and had settled down in a secluded corner of Central Park. Bobby still
felt a little uncomfortable being so out in the open, but he tried, and
covered up his discomfort with little jokes, and hoped that Remy didn't
Remy chose that moment to lean over and kiss him. Bobby had a very
satisfied grin plastered to his face before those lovely Cajun lips covered
his. His sandwich forgotten in the grass, Bobby wrapped his arms around
Remy tightly. Heaven was in his arms, and he intended to enjoy it. They
really were the only two people who existed, and Bobby was blissfully
unaware of anything outside of Remy's presence. He pressed himself to Remy's
body, feeling every tight muscle, every thin bone, every curve, and every
hollow. His hands ended up resting on Remy's back, and every nerve was
singing. The world paused, holding its breath, as they became nothing more
than two people very, very much in love.
The magic was broken with a couple of words.
"Hey, I smell a couple of fags. That one even looks a little pale, doesn't
he guys?" The words cut through the honey perfection of the moment like a
thousand tiny razors. Bobby, lost in Remy's embrace, felt slapped with a
chill and a hatred he had to reign in carefully. It wouldn't be good to
lower their body temperatures to below freezing, no matter how satisfying it
would be. He managed to keep a tight reign on his powers as he broke away
from Remy. He stood up, and looked the other man square in the eyes,
letting all of his emotions leech into his pupils instead. The hostile
response obviously surprised his tormentor, whose eyes widened. Impulsively,
he took a step back as Bobby advanced on him menacingly. The man obviously
didn't expect Bobby to try and put him in his place, which branded him a
bully. Good. He hated bullies.
Bobby hissed, "Do you know what death smells like?" The man looked afraid,
more so when Bobby leaned into his face and said dangerously, "I bet you
thought he had AIDS just because we're gay. Do you know what lung cancer
smells like? Do you know what happens when you get chemo, how much you
retch?" His fists were balled up beside him, and his eyes were like ice.
"I bet you don't. Guess what, asshole? I do."
Remy laid a hand on Bobby's arm, and the guys took that opportunity to run
in the other direction. He turned back to Remy, and smiled a rueful smile.
Sure, he shouldn't have done it, but...
"That felt good. Jerks." His cheeks were still flushed with anger, but as
soon as he looked at Remy, his tone softened. He was frail and so strong
all mingled into one, and there wasn't anything he could do to protect
against those words. He sat back down on the grass and looked at the trees,
peaceful and serene. Try as he might, he was still angry as hell. The last
two minutes had ruined a perfect day.
Remy put a hand under Bobby's chin, and tilted it up so that their eyes met.
He said quietly, "What's really wrong, Bobby?" Remy didn't seem to object
to the scare Bobby had given them, but he wasn't smiling either.
Bobby sighed, and looked helpless. He looked into his lover's face, and
wanted to kiss him so tenderly, show him how much all of the sickness and
all of the horror in the entire world just didn't matter, it really
didn't... "I'm just so angry. If it were up to me, a perfect world wouldn't
have assholes like that." His voice lowered. "I guess it would have been
better if I hadn't said anything."
The root of all his fear and doubt came back to him. He really didn't
deserve Remy. He used to take so much for granted, every day, and now they
had such precious little time ... The fear came back, and he tried to hold it
in check. Remy needed him strong, not weak, because he was the one with the
life threatening illness. He was the one who could die. Bobby thought
suddenly, Please don't die, just please don't. His hands wouldn't stop
shaking, and Bobby thought bad thoughts at them. They were traitors to his
vow to be outwardly strong.
Remy looked at the anger, frustration, and overall helplessness in Bobby's
eyes, and grasped his shaking hands gently. He whispered simply, "Cher, it's
not a perfect world." The resignation in Remy's eyes was apparent, but so
was the hope.
Bobby blinked backed the tears at the weakness in Remy's tone. It startled
him, and warmed him, and scared him all at once. Bobby needed to get used
to the way things really were -- the truth. He would be strong, and not cry
just because some idiot made him hopping mad by leering at them and their
happiness. He was the bigger man, right? At least, so Remy kept saying.
But what was the truth?
The words echoed in his ears again as Remy clutched his hands tighter.
Bobby looked into his eyes, and saw that they were suspiciously shiny as
well. He was so beautiful, and the sun on Remy's face lit up the whole
universe. His whole universe. There really wasn't anywhere else Bobby would
rather be, nothing else he'd rather be doing. He felt the world burst inside
his heart, and he whispered back fiercely, "You're alive. I'm alive." He
almost choked up as he said, "It's perfect enough."
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