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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,325
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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December
Title: December
Author: RockabillySaint
Pairing: male/male
Summary: A man sits alone in a park before a stranger silently joins him . . .
Note: Wrote this quite a while ago. Don’t really know what inspired it, but I like how it came out.
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It was a night in the middle of December, when the sky was pitch black and not a star was alight. A white blanket of snow covered the ground, the trees shining like crystal spires in the park, the pond turned to black ice and cracking like a mirror at the edges.
A man sat alone on a bench, his black woolen coat blending into his black pants and shoes. He looked like a shadow, unmoving and ominous. The only sign that he was even alive were the puffs of breath emanating from his mouth, the slight rustle of his brown hair when the wind picked up.
It was obvious he had been there for hours, a slight film of snow gathered about his shoulders and legs. He seemed unperturbed by the cold, staring off into nothingness with piercing green eyes. It almost appeared as if he was waiting for someone, but knew deep down they weren’t coming.
A man in a similar coat approached, but he had blonde hair that reached to his shoulders, his hazel eyes almost gold in the dim light. A red scarf covered half of his face, masking the frown marring his features.
“Hello Robert.” The brunette man looked up at the voice, as if he hadn’t heard the blonde approach at all. “H-hello.” He said, his voice soft and unsuspecting. The blonde tilted his head, facial hair barely being exposed as he did so. He then took a seat next to the already sitting man, the bench creaking under their shared weight.
Robert eyed the man warily, wondering why another soul would be in the park so late at night.
“Who are you?” It was just a whisper, but the blonde had heard it, almost looked like he had expected it. “I’m a ghost, Robert. I don’t exist.” There was a hint of sadness in that deep voice, a ring of regret that made Robert shiver. And then the man turned to him, his hazel eyes shining with unshed tears.
“You’re beautiful.” He said, scooting closer and placing a gloved hand on Robert’s face. The brunette blushed despite himself, and didn’t resist when the blonde leaned in. Tentative lips brushed against his own, a tickle of a beard making his skin tingle. The kiss was almost chaste, but the fire between them was undeniable. Robert lost himself in the kiss, his mind shutting down as he focused on a hot tongue snaking into his mouth.
And that’s when he heard it; barely audible, but piercing none the less. It was followed by a sharp pain in his stomach, a searing fire that ripped through his whole body and dripped down his legs.
His eyes went wide and he leaned back, staring into those amber depths. The blonde was crying now. But no sounds were heard save for Robert’s faltering breaths, his killer setting his gun aside and holding him close.
He cradled the dying man until he was gone, not saying another word even as blood soaked through his clothes.
A light snow started to fall as the killer walked away, the corpse propped up and already cold as ice. He didn’t look back once, yet his tears continued to fall, the only warmth he had ever known.
The only thing that made him feel alive.
Author: RockabillySaint
Pairing: male/male
Summary: A man sits alone in a park before a stranger silently joins him . . .
Note: Wrote this quite a while ago. Don’t really know what inspired it, but I like how it came out.
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It was a night in the middle of December, when the sky was pitch black and not a star was alight. A white blanket of snow covered the ground, the trees shining like crystal spires in the park, the pond turned to black ice and cracking like a mirror at the edges.
A man sat alone on a bench, his black woolen coat blending into his black pants and shoes. He looked like a shadow, unmoving and ominous. The only sign that he was even alive were the puffs of breath emanating from his mouth, the slight rustle of his brown hair when the wind picked up.
It was obvious he had been there for hours, a slight film of snow gathered about his shoulders and legs. He seemed unperturbed by the cold, staring off into nothingness with piercing green eyes. It almost appeared as if he was waiting for someone, but knew deep down they weren’t coming.
A man in a similar coat approached, but he had blonde hair that reached to his shoulders, his hazel eyes almost gold in the dim light. A red scarf covered half of his face, masking the frown marring his features.
“Hello Robert.” The brunette man looked up at the voice, as if he hadn’t heard the blonde approach at all. “H-hello.” He said, his voice soft and unsuspecting. The blonde tilted his head, facial hair barely being exposed as he did so. He then took a seat next to the already sitting man, the bench creaking under their shared weight.
Robert eyed the man warily, wondering why another soul would be in the park so late at night.
“Who are you?” It was just a whisper, but the blonde had heard it, almost looked like he had expected it. “I’m a ghost, Robert. I don’t exist.” There was a hint of sadness in that deep voice, a ring of regret that made Robert shiver. And then the man turned to him, his hazel eyes shining with unshed tears.
“You’re beautiful.” He said, scooting closer and placing a gloved hand on Robert’s face. The brunette blushed despite himself, and didn’t resist when the blonde leaned in. Tentative lips brushed against his own, a tickle of a beard making his skin tingle. The kiss was almost chaste, but the fire between them was undeniable. Robert lost himself in the kiss, his mind shutting down as he focused on a hot tongue snaking into his mouth.
And that’s when he heard it; barely audible, but piercing none the less. It was followed by a sharp pain in his stomach, a searing fire that ripped through his whole body and dripped down his legs.
His eyes went wide and he leaned back, staring into those amber depths. The blonde was crying now. But no sounds were heard save for Robert’s faltering breaths, his killer setting his gun aside and holding him close.
He cradled the dying man until he was gone, not saying another word even as blood soaked through his clothes.
A light snow started to fall as the killer walked away, the corpse propped up and already cold as ice. He didn’t look back once, yet his tears continued to fall, the only warmth he had ever known.
The only thing that made him feel alive.