disclaimer: nothing is mine.
written for a tumblr prompt i found 'one partner likes seeing the other cry'
"You are such a fucking mess, Freak." Barkovitch wraps his arms around Stebbins' neck, planting a kiss on the exposed skin of his shoulder. "Man, you're fucked up. Who do you think you are, just tryin' to fuck with everybody's heads?"
Stebbins looks up at the other boy, eyes not betraying any emotion. "C'mon, you piece of shit. Answer me."
"I'm not...trying to..."
"Spit it out, shithead." Barkovitch kisses Stebbins' neck, as though that will get him to speak more.
Stebbins blinks. "I can't help my own personality."
"Too bad you got stuck with a shitty one, huh. Sucks for you. You're a piece of work, man, you're always just trying to project your silly fuckin' thoughts onto everybody else because deep down, you know that you're not worth anything at all."
Stebbins whines, trying to bat Barkovitch away from him with one hand. The small, dark boy doesn't seem quite so small anymore. "Shut up," he says quietly.
"Ah, that's the spirit, Freak. C'mon, fight back some. Don't just take it all like a bitch. Christ, have I ever mentioned how pathetic you are?"
Stebbins nods, biting down hard on his lower lip to keep from sobbing. He isn't going to let Barkovitch win. Not again. A bit of blood trickles down his chin and Barkovitch leans down to kiss him, licking it away. "Oh, I can feel it, you want to cry so bad. Come on. Let out all your pathetic fucking tears."
Stebbins can't help it. Hot, salty tears run down his cheeks. Barkovitch's face twists into a smile and he draws the blond close to him, stroking his hair and trailing kisses along the top of his head. Because Gary Barkovitch wants to feel like he's one of the good ones for once. Saving somebody from some sorta torment.
It's a pity that the only person he can help anybody get away from is himself.
huh. i like this.
