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. |
Remy’s restless mind only let him sleep for a couple hours before he woke, dying for a smoke and aching muscles craving a hot shower. His fingers fiddled in the air with an imaginary cigarette as he rolled over onto his side restlessly punching his pillow.
“No Smokes.” He said out loud to the empty air. His gaze wandered down to Marshall’s still form sleeping next to him. He let his eyes roam easily across little-boy sleeping features and a slightly freckled shoulder. He’d not been fully honest with Marshall about their escape. It wasn’t guilt that he was feeling in his gut; because he knew he was doing the right thing. Marshall simply didn’t need to know about Remy’s intimate involvement in their escape. He would learn about everything, when it was time. It wasn’t part of the plan for him to know that much yet.
Remy brushed roughened knuckles across Marshall’s cheek and was only mildly alarmed at the warm swelling in his chest the touch caused. He was turning into a god damn mush ball. With that in mind he slipped out of the warm covers and padded quietly to the small dingy bathroom. Without thinking he left the door open, just incase.
He turned on the hot water in the shower stall and got under the spray quickly. The intimate privacy of the act was joyous and he hadn’t realized until that moment how he’d missed it. It felt so good to clean off the dirt and sweat of the escape. Things had fallen into place sooner then he’d been told, which meant something had gone wrong. It felt amazing to be on the outside but a lot of things weighed heavy on his mind. Taking on Marshall had subconsciously been a part of the plan the whole time. He defiantly weighed him down though. Some things would need to be re-calculated to make everything work but the guilds would help him. They just needed to live that long.
***
Marshall felt fingertips trace his throat. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was Remy. He recognized the other man’s scent and he felt the edges of his lips curve up into a slow smile. His body leaned up into the touch as soft lips took his mouth. The kiss was slow at first and then harder as Remy’s tongue started drilling into his mouth. He couldn’t breathe as the other man pinned him to the bed. Cold fingers wrapping deathly tight around his throat as the mouth sucked the life out of him. His eyes flew open as blackness started creeping around the edges of his vision. Remy broke the kiss in order to meet his gaze but didn’t loosen the grip on his neck. His eyes were black bottomless pools and as he stared down at him, Marshall realized with panic that it was Max looking back at him.
“Stupid fucking cunt. I’m gonna rape you.”
Marshall’s fist punched the first thing it came in contact with.
***
Remy heard the change in breathing before he even noticed anything else. When he glanced over to look at his boy he immediately noticed his stiff posture and the sweat on his brow. A nightmare. Remy crawled across the half strewn covers and touched Marshall’s wrist. The fist came swinging out of nowhere and he wasn’t fast enough to dodge it as he was hit square in the shoulder. He grunted at the impact but swallowed his surprise and steeled his gaze to look non-threatening as Marshall’s wild eyes came to focus on him.
“Y’ alright. Y’ alright. Remy non go’in t’ hurt y’. No one here t’ hurt y’.” Remy whispered in a quiet mantra. He rubbed his sore shoulder but didn’t break eye contact.
Marshall panted like he’d just run a marathon. His shaking fist limply fell to his side as he stared back. He looked like he knew where he was but the anger still hadn’t faded from his gaze so Remy made no moves to get closer. It wasn’t until he started shaking that Remy reached out his hand to see if he’d accept his touch.
“Fuck.” He panted as he wrapped his fingers around Remy’s wrist. “I hit you. I fucking hit you. I shouldn’ta-“
Remy shook his head quickly. “Remy understands. Y’ was dreamin. Com’er” He wrapped his arms around his boy and drew him in close. The towel fell low around his hips as Marshall’s back bumped into his chest. He felt the slight flinch at his touch and asked; “Y’ was dreamin’ bout Max?”
Marshall winced but didn’t say anything. The sensations of the dream were coming back strong as he sat curled against Remy’s warm body.
Remy traced the bruises along his boy’s throat and whispered; “Dat mot’erfucker is dead. Remy kill to keep you his.”
“I know.” Marshall whispered.
Remy could feel Marshall’s fear recede and it was like the release of a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Remy used t’ have nightmares too.” He said suddenly, surprising even himself. He blinked quickly. “De kind where y’ wake up swingin’. Its good dough means y’ want t’ live.” He let Marshall lace their fingers together. “We goin’ t’ make it. We goin t’ fight t’ stay free.”
AN: Holy shit that chapter just wrote itself out of nowhere. I think it's cause I'm obsessed with the tv show Prison Break now. Anyway to all the people who reviewed in the last... year or so (since it's been that long since I last posted) You definatly made a difference as to why this got written. My ushual shout outs to Benzoyl (even tho she disappeared) and Karen also Aissa, Tetra, Bobbie, Charlotte, aphinna, shameika, Shinna, Jenna, Herald Soucree, Xay, growinc, Jackie_Boi, aida, shyla, sable, and Aviona... seriusly without you guys reminding me to feel guilty about no having finished this I wouldn't have ever done more. I'm amazed with myself for even having written this. No idea as to weather anything else will randomly fall out of my head.
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