Wings to Fly, Eyes that Burn | By : Zilo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 6306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
He remembered hands. Hands on his skin, cleaning the wound on his neck, helping him get dressed in the backseat of a car. Hailie. Hailie, laughing and holding her slightly scaly arms out to him. Tears, hot and painful across his face. Daffodils, bright yellow with green stems. The smell of summer, fresh and new, like after the rain. Remy’s face starring up at him through a curtain of dark tangled hair, his devil eyes glowing like fire. The taste of blood in his mouth.
The hands were back again, cool against his brow.
“Marshall. Marshall open y’ eyes. Wake up. We got t’ get y’ inta de room.”
Marshall did as the voice bid him. As he slowly became aware of himself he began to wish that he hadn’t. He felt awful. His body was covered in sweat and the wetness of it was making him shiver. His entire body ached. He felt like one big bruise. Moving at all hurt and caused a headache that had been waiting to explode go searing across his brain leaving a wake of pain. A tiny groan escaped his lips involuntarily and he shut his eyes again tightly.
“Oh fuck man.” He panted out breathlessly. He fucking hurt. Remy’s hands pulled at him and he felt himself being stumbled out of the backseat of the car and onto the asphalt. “Shit. I can’t- fuck.” He held on tight to Remy’s jacket and let the other man hold him up. “Think I’m gonna puke.” He muttered into a shoulder that smelled like old cigars and wet leather, it was sort of comforting.
“Hold onto me. We almost dere.” Marshall heard jangling keys and Remy shifted the weight of him to the doorframe as he fumbled to open the door.
“Won’t they find us here?” Marshall muttered, half surprised he even remembered how to talk.
“We be dead anyway if we don’ stop an warm up first.” Remy told him as he got the door open and grabbed his elbow and steered him over to the double bed.
Marshall felt the world tip sideways and suddenly got a face full of flowery bedspread that smelled like old cigarettes and coffee.
It smelled like his mother. That train of thought took over his head and a movie of painful memories flashed by his eyes in rapid sequence. Why was he even thinking of her now? He wouldn’t be letting himself do this if he wasn’t so fucked up and sick.
Remy deposited Marshall like a sack of wheat on the bed. He was exhausted and Marshall’s emotions were starting to wear his shields thin. It wasn’t really the other man’s fault but Remy was out of practice of having to protect himself from his empathy and was trying not to feel overwhelmed by it all. They both just needed to get some sleep.
Remy watched his resentment vanish as Marshall tried weakly to turn himself over onto his back, the small movement taking all his strength. The new position revealed the pale skin across his neck, darkening up already with angry purple bruises. Remy could almost make out the outline of a hand across Marshall’s throat. Without a word he knelt down at the foot of the bed and started undoing the laces on Marshall’s shoes. The shoes dropped quietly to the floor.
“Sit up.” Remy commanded. He let Marshall rest his forehead against his shoulder as he pulled at the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up over his head, undressing him like a small child. He didn’t say anything as he felt his boy’s face brush wetness across his skin. He pulled the ugly motel covers back and tucked him in tightly under them. Hailie smiled at him from Marshall’s naked arm.
Remy toed off his own shoes and easily shucked off his shirt and then let the too-big for him pants pool on the floor. He didn’t say anything as he crawled into bed behind him. Marshall turned to him, eyes foggy and streaming with tears but looking at him half expectantly. ‘He thinks I want to have sex with him.’ Remy thought with such sudden striking clarity it surprised him. ‘He obviously isn’t up for it but he’ll do it if I want too.’
“Remy don’… y’ don’ have…” Remy stumbled over his words not sure how to express what he felt.
They were in the real world now. Did he still own him the same way he had on the inside? Did he want too? With them, comfort usually came coupled with sex and since this night had started it had come streaming out of him all by itself. His feelings for this pretty blue-eyed man ran so much deeper then he’d thought.
“Jus’ sleep cher. Com’er an jus’ sleep wit’ Remy.”
“I’m s-sorry, I thought you…”
“Shhh, no words now, eh?” Remy closed the space between them easily and placed gentle kisses against Marshall’s wet cheeks. The foggy almost gray eyes stared back at him searchingly. Remy tried not to shut himself down to that look, it had been so long. He wanted so much to trust someone again, he needed it. After a moment Marshall’s eyes lowered and he nodded as if in agreement to some unspoken promise.
this chapter keeps gettin deleted for some reason...hope it stays this time.
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