Close Friends
Characters- Wes, Connor. Pairings- Wes/Connor. Rated- NC-17. Timeline- Post Season 4. Author- Sky E-mail- sky_in_blue151@yahoo.co.uk Feedback- Please R&R. Disclaimer- I own no character or place in this story, except maybe for one guy you'll spot. Summary- Wesley calls Connor when they decide to accept their fates and destinies. Losing Close Friends Song- Close Friends by Adema -represented by italics. Timeline- Post Season 4 no specific spoilage.
Today you told me that I'd hate you forever I can't believe what's really going on.
"Why would anybody reject love?", Wesley echoed as he walked down the streets, he didn't really know where he was going, just who he was going to. He repeated Connor's words emptily. Connor never said much but what he did say, it was honest and riddled with meaning. Wes had known that but he'd never really let himself appreciate it. He didn't really know why. Why he never gave any of his time to Connor when he cared so much for him. Maybe he just felt guilty because deep down he still believed the entire Connor being sent to a hell dimension was all his fault. He felt like his heart would rip in two everytime he looked upon Connor's face. Connor never mentioned it, never seemed to cry.
Things had been different when he'd said that, when he spoke his heart and it was just accepted. They'd been changed and it made it easier, made him capable of looking in the mirror without his insides turning. They'd all been happy for a little while. It was strange, to see Connor smile. To really smile, not smirk. He was filled with an honest purity that no one could understand. He was so hard, so cold, and yet underneath it all he had so many childlike qualities that no one besides him could keep. But now reality had shown its harsh face and Connor was gone, somewhere far away drowning in his depression. And it was all his fault, he had lost Connor and made him loveless. He had stolen all the light and the happiness from that beautiful boy.
So he was searching for him now, he was going to look right into Connor's beautiful sad blue eyes and confess everything. He had to accept the blame, hopefully Connor would take it out on his face. He wanted to break through the guilt, to put it on display. To justify it, to let Connor have his revenge, Connor needed it. More importantly he deserved it.
"What do you deserve?", Angel's words echoed in Connor's mind as he lay crying. He'd ran, he'd ran so hard and fast that he thought his legs would fall off, but he broke through it and they seemed to run independent of his body. To an observer his running was effortless, spring-like, his feet never touched the pavement for more than a mini-second before they were up again. Forget effortless, Connor was a blur. Scratching his arm against the nearby walls so that he'd bleed and then ran in the opposite direction, he didn't want to be followed he didn't want to see anyone. Finally he ran into a dark corner of the sewers where he could close himself in. He'd gently and cautiously stepped into the small dank hole, it can't have been more than five by five and it stank of rats, sewage and demon blood. But the blood was stale, the demon had been gone for a very long time.
Characters- Wes, Connor. Pairings- Wes/Connor. Rated- NC-17. Timeline- Post Season 4. Author- Sky E-mail- sky_in_blue151@yahoo.co.uk Feedback- Please R&R. Disclaimer- I own no character or place in this story, except maybe for one guy you'll spot. Summary- Wesley calls Connor when they decide to accept their fates and destinies. Losing Close Friends Song- Close Friends by Adema -represented by italics. Timeline- Post Season 4 no specific spoilage.
Today you told me that I'd hate you forever I can't believe what's really going on.
"Why would anybody reject love?", Wesley echoed as he walked down the streets, he didn't really know where he was going, just who he was going to. He repeated Connor's words emptily. Connor never said much but what he did say, it was honest and riddled with meaning. Wes had known that but he'd never really let himself appreciate it. He didn't really know why. Why he never gave any of his time to Connor when he cared so much for him. Maybe he just felt guilty because deep down he still believed the entire Connor being sent to a hell dimension was all his fault. He felt like his heart would rip in two everytime he looked upon Connor's face. Connor never mentioned it, never seemed to cry.
Things had been different when he'd said that, when he spoke his heart and it was just accepted. They'd been changed and it made it easier, made him capable of looking in the mirror without his insides turning. They'd all been happy for a little while. It was strange, to see Connor smile. To really smile, not smirk. He was filled with an honest purity that no one could understand. He was so hard, so cold, and yet underneath it all he had so many childlike qualities that no one besides him could keep. But now reality had shown its harsh face and Connor was gone, somewhere far away drowning in his depression. And it was all his fault, he had lost Connor and made him loveless. He had stolen all the light and the happiness from that beautiful boy.
So he was searching for him now, he was going to look right into Connor's beautiful sad blue eyes and confess everything. He had to accept the blame, hopefully Connor would take it out on his face. He wanted to break through the guilt, to put it on display. To justify it, to let Connor have his revenge, Connor needed it. More importantly he deserved it.
"What do you deserve?", Angel's words echoed in Connor's mind as he lay crying. He'd ran, he'd ran so hard and fast that he thought his legs would fall off, but he broke through it and they seemed to run independent of his body. To an observer his running was effortless, spring-like, his feet never touched the pavement for more than a mini-second before they were up again. Forget effortless, Connor was a blur. Scratching his arm against the nearby walls so that he'd bleed and then ran in the opposite direction, he didn't want to be followed he didn't want to see anyone. Finally he ran into a dark corner of the sewers where he could close himself in. He'd gently and cautiously stepped into the small dank hole, it can't have been more than five by five and it stank of rats, sewage and demon blood. But the blood was stale, the demon had been gone for a very long time.