The Only One
A/N:I wrote this at 3:30 am after reading the best Gothic manga ever, Godchild! This sort of came about after I read about Lord Cain's abusive father, who whipped him every night surrounded in roses, and how Riff, Cain's butler, saved him from it all. It's a compelling read, if I do say so myself.
Disclaimer:I do not own the WWE or it's employees, Shannon Moore, the nursery rhymes, or Godchild, for that is Kaori Yuki's!
Pairing:Shannon Moore/The Miz (Mike)
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Shannon listened tiredly to the sound of the water slowly draining from the bath he had just taken. His lover, Mike, was delicatelly drying him off, running the towel over his pale chest. Mike hadn't taken a bath, but gladly agreed to dry his lover off.
As Mike drifted the towel down to his legs, Shannon's thoughts drifted to other places. He thought of the scars that still burned on his back and legs, results of the childhood abuse by his overbearing, religious, uncaring father. He could remember every painful, horrible moment.
"Daddy, please, stop! Ah, ow, no! Why do you hate me so much, daddy?! Why?!"
As the blood seeped from the burning welts, his father brushed at Shannon's hair,"Son, I don't hate you. I do this because I care. I want to cleanse you, Shannon, not hurt you. I want to cleanse you of all of your sins."
But soon his mind drifted to an old rhyme he heard.
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.
"But I didn't want to kiss the girls, did I father?" The blond unconsciously murmured.
"Did you say something, Shannon?"
"No, nothing. I didn't say anything."
"Well, OK then. I'm done now. Come with me to the living room."
Mike walked out of the restroom, Shannon following a few short moments later.
The brunette caught his lover in a white sheet cocoon, wrapping it around his nude frame. The blond was not surprised, as they did this ritual quite a lot.
Shannon sat down onto the couch and snuggled up under the sheet, embedding himself in a mountain of pillows and a stream of plush. He'd grown quite smitten to this bathing custom, enjoying every predictable moment.
Mike came up to his lover with a tea cup of fresh tea,"Here you go, baby." The blond took the cup and snuck a quick sip,"Mm...Two lumps of sugar?"
"Only for you."
"Thank you Mike. You know me so well."
The maid was in the garden...
Hanging out the clothes;
Along came a blackbird;
And pecked off...Her nose.
Shannon whimpered as he curled up on the corner of the locker room shower. The horrible names stung in his brain and melted his spirit, pride pooling on the tile floor.
Moore On, Faggot, Homo, Fairy... It hurt so much...
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Green eyes met blue eyes. A pad lock was snapped onto their stare,"What's wrong?" The brunette bent down to be eye levelwith the blond.
Shannon didn't even say a thing as he was pulling the brunette into a deep embrace,"...Thank you for caring..."
"Mike, I'm glad you picked off my nose..."
"Huh?"
The blond set his cup on the end table,"I'm glad I met you Mike. You're all mine. I love you."
Mike smiled warmly,"Thank you, Shannon. I love you too."
Shannon slightly turned his back to his lover a bit and removed the blanket, revealing the old, burning scars,"Mike, you're the only one allowed to touch these scars....."
the end
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A/N:So, what'd you think? R & R pawleeze!