Disclaimer: They lied. Dreams don't come true.
Pairing: Chack FTW
Warnings: Slash (that's homosexual content), underage, and language
Author's Note: This is a tribute to CrystallicSky, for her huge collection of splendiferous Chack stories to sate our yaoi hunger for OM NOM NOMs of scandalous debauchery.
Only Us Monsters
By Cory
It's always about this time that he's heading for the door, after perhaps a month or three of solid bliss. Chase hardly looks back as Jack's screaming after him—"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE OKAY AGAIN!"—though there's a telltale depression between his slanted eyebrows that express a hell of indecision and guilt and feelings he doesn't even want to think about.
But Jack doesn't know that "okay" is what scares Chase so bad he wants to never look Jack in his beautiful, beautiful scarlet eyes again. Chase can't afford to get too comfortable, too "okay"…too in love. What with Bean's never-blinking eyes boring through his skull and Chase not even knowing what he'll do to Jack, he's just so afraid for his albino mate. Chase is torn between sauntering out and spinning back to Jack and demand to know just what he's thinking—that he's terrified and sad all the other things he can never put into words, even for Jack. Perhaps maybe even especially not for Jack, because then he would never be lying when he whispered those things into the pallid shell of an ear.
But he can never do that, and when Jack collapses in one of the dining room chairs and pleads in a raspy, broken voice for Chase to say anything to show that he cares, all Chase can do is flee in staggering, mindless steps. It's so hard, even from outside, for his peaked ears to ignore Jack's sobs, muffled into a black leather glove.
It's a week later, just as clouds are beginning to look silvery in the falling dusk, when Chase is standing, once again, in front of Spicer's door. His mind is inventing apologies and discarding them just as quickly for being inept to show his repentance, hating himself and this weakness that he never asked for. However, when Jack opens the door, eyes wide and shimmering with betrayal and forgiveness and love all at once, every appeal dies in his throat with a somewhat humiliating croak. They exchange glances chock-full of meanings, and Jack invites him inside with a hoarse, but unguarded voice.
They'll slowly build back up.
But it will happen again, of course. Thing will get too "okay" and Chase will say he's leaving, despite Jack's begging, demands and even threats. He always leaves with a subtle pitch of misery in his stride. Then Chase will return, and Jack is always there to greet him in.
They both feel helpless, caught up in the unfamiliar emotions that demand things from each that neither can always promise. Jack would take Chase for what he was, accepting that, maybe, he could not have his prince—maybe, just maybe someday, but certainly not now—and Chase would be welcomed back into arms that knew what were coming, but were no less tight about his larger frame. Jack would bury his nose into darker flesh while he could, knowing that without this, he was nothing.