Shrine
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Summary: Rogue finally moves in with his boyfriend Sting.
Shrine (Rated T)
Rogue smiled happily as he set his bags down in Sting's bedroom. No, their room. The blonde had finally asked him to move in with him, but little did he know at the time that Sting had meant his room and not just his house.
Taking in his surroundings, Rogue wandered over to the closet, its doors shut. This only drew him closer. He'd finally be able to look through his boyfriend's things! And he wouldn't even get in trouble for it!
Opening the closet doors, he realized it was a walk-in. And by the looks of it, the room seemed to be about as big as his original bedroom had been. His hand feeling up the wall, his fingers made contact with the light switch. Turning it on, he searched through the closet with interest.
As he crept further into the closet, he noticed something hidden behind a row of clothing. Pushing them off to the side, his eyes met quite a peculiar sight. And when he finally realized what he was looking at, a glare crossed his features.
It was a shrine.
A shrine of himself!
There was a small table in the back of the closet laden with a black tablecloth. In the middle of the table rested a solid black dragon statue with numerous pictures of the shadow dragon-slayer scattered all around it. Some were even nude pictures. There were candles, a lock of his hair, and other such personal items that had once been his. And they were all in his fucking boyfriend's closet! Just how the hell had he gotten all this stuff, anyway?
Rogue left the closet and slammed the doors shut, just in time to see Sting come into the room with the rest of his belongings.
"You!" Rogue shouted, glaring at the now startled white dragon-slayer.
"Me what?" Sting wasn't sure what was going on. His boyfriend had been so happy earlier, and now he was pissed?
"I…I can't believe you! You! Of all people! Why?"
Now, Sting was confused. Just what was he—oh! Sting's eyes widened. Apparently, in his excitement about Rogue moving in, he'd forgotten about his little…obsession in the back of his closet.
"Rogue, I can explain."
"Oh, you can? Then would you care to tell me why you have a fucking Rogue Shrine in the back of your closet?" the shadow dragon-slayer roared.
"Because…I…love you?" What else could he say?
"Was that a question?"
"No! I mean, yes. Well, it sounded like one, but I didn't mean it that way. I was just trying to explain! You caught me off guard, and I don't even know what the hell I'm saying right now!"
"Until you do, I'll just be moving into a guest room," said Rogue finally as he made to leave.
Sting planted himself in the doorway, refusing to let him leave. "Don't go. I promise I'll get rid of everything back there. Just don't go."
Rogue stared at him for a full minute, as if he were trying to find the truth to his words. "Fine. But I want it all gone. And burn it, too. All of it."
Nodding mutely, Sting wandered over toward the closet to begin taking down the shrine while Rogue headed for the bathroom.
"What the fuck is this?!" Rogue screeched.
Sting felt his blood run cold. He'd forgotten about the life-size poster of his boyfriend in the nude next to the shower.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!"
End