First time writing and posting a JackxDamien story, so any kind of reviews or help is appreciated!
Disclaimer:If I owned, Jack wouldn't have died. (Just like if I owned the whole world, neither would have Angel or Ianto or Oz or Mello or Matt or Tosh or Owen. Get the picture?)
He dreamed about him all the time, nearly ever night actually. Most of the time, it's just his memories, reliving their first kiss, every single smile and blush, the way Jack's eyes lit up, just... Everything.
Tonight was different. This wasn't a memory.
Jack was warm, solid in his arms, sky blue eyes looking up at him just like Damien remember them; full of life and emotions that even his memories had never been able to fully replicate. They're laying down, Damien on his back with the other boy sprawled across him, just like they used to when Jack would stay the night in the other's room. It's like they're floating, surrounded by white and unimaginable distance. Damien could cry at how real it felt. If this is a dream, he never wants to wake up.
"I miss you already, baby, but I'm watching over you and everyone else. I'm with Nyx. Please stop crying, I'm always with you. It hurts to watch you cry. I'll always be waiting for you. We'll be together again." His words are rushed, jumbled at times, like he had to say everything in a certain amount of time or never say it. Of course, if dream-Jack knew this was a dream, it probably rang true. They didn't have much time together.
Well, if this is all in his head in the first place, might as well make the most of it while he could.
He opened his mouth to talk, but Jack had other plans, and kissed him slowly, warm and sweet and it felt so real, because his dreams could never recreate the exact way the blonde felt in his arms, or the way he smelled, or how he kissed.
"I love you. I love you so much, Damien, and it hurts to see you in pain. You have great things ahead of you, and after you've lived your life, I'll be waiting. I'll always be waiting." Urgency colored Jack's tone, each word came out fast but meaningful. Damien wished he could bottle this moment and take it with him.
"I love you too, I'll always love you." Was it just his imagination or was the warm, solid weight of Jack growing lighter? He ignored it, rushing to say what he needed to say, "It hurts so much that you're gone, I never imagined life without you after I finally had you. Losing you hurt more than anything." He was babbling, gushing out all his emotions into words while he had the chance, before this wonderfully heartbreaking dream ended.
And then he's back in his room, no Jack or whiteness, just a sad looking Duchess, and the lingering scent of his lover, barely there.
He wanted to cry, but instead he patted Duchess' head and whispered "Everything's going to be okay girl, he's watching over us." Because that was all too real to not be real. His heart ached for Jack, but the other way watching over them, waiting.
"They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
'Coz she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks
no it don't break even, even no."