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Chapter 13
Pietro sobbed softly as he crouched in the corner of the rooftop. This was his place to come and think. But he didn't want to think. Why did Lance have to do this to him!? Pietro had lived his life without Lance for the past seven months and all of a sudden he shows up. Pietro didn't ask for this! He didn't' ask for any of it! So why is it happening to him!?
Pietro stood up suddenly and dug around in his pocket. He felt the twinge of pain surge in his finger and he removed the razor blade from his pocket. It shone brilliantly in the moonlight, a single drop of blood smeared across it surface. The only way to release his mind from this torment. He sat back down and held out his arm. Slowly he began sliding the razor across his arm. The blood spilled out of the cuts and leaked onto his jeans, staining them with crimson liquid. The tears spilled from his eyes as he punished himself. The moon cast eerie shadows over his bloodied arm.
He had made at least twenty cuts before he stopped. He was trembling and crying hysterically. The only thing he could think about was the way Lance had slapped him and told him that it was wrong. But he didn't understand! Pietro *needed* to do it. He needed to forget, but most of all to punish. Punish himself for being such and ignorant fool! Temptation was his worst enemy. He squeezed the razor in his hand in anger and let it sink into his skin. Blood oozed from his hand and his sobs grew louder. It hurt immensely, yet he couldn't stop himself.
He suddenly heard the sound of silent footsteps coming up the stairs. Quickly he silenced himself and scrambled into the shadows and hid there. The door opened and to Pietro's shock and horror Lance stepped out into the night, his hands shoved into his pockets. He kicked the door shut behind him and leaned against the wall where Pietro had sat only a few seconds ago. He let out a heavy sigh and rummaged around in his pockets. He withdrew a white object and stuck it between his lips. Pietro scowled. He'd thought Lance had given up that habit a long time ago. Lance lifted the lighter to the end of the cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply. Slowly he let the smoke billow out of his mouth.
Lance glanced down and the cigarette suddenly fell from his mouth as he opened his mouth to gape at the ground. Pietro followed his gaze and cursed silently. The blood. Lance knelt down and touched the crimson liquid. He flinched at the feel of it and let his eyes followed the trail of blood that led to the dark shadows. He squinted and saw a quivering shape in the corner. He stood and took a step towards it, but it cringed, if possible deeper into the corner.
"Don't worry I won't hurt you," he said softly, creeping towards the figure, as if coaxing a small animal. Pietro whimpered and shook his head. Go away, he thought, go away, go away, go away! Lance squinted harder and suddenly he gasped. Pietro began to sob quietly as Lance reached for him. Pietro let himself be dragged out of the shadows and be held in Lance's arms. He felt so safe in his arms.
"Pietro why?" he asked softly, rocking Pietro, "Why are you doing this?" Pietro whimpered and buried his face into Lance's chest, clutching his shirt, trying to bury himself in his warmth. Lance sighed and hugged Pietro tighter. The boy felt so fragile, as if he would break at any moment. Lance felt guilty. He knew he was responsible for destroying such a beautiful creature.
"Pietro, you know what you're doing is wrong?" he asked. Pietro nodded softly and sobbed a little harder.
"Then why?" he asked, "Why are you doing this to yourself?" Pietro burst into a hysterical fit of sobbing. Lance tried to calm the boy by patting his back but he wouldn't be calmed. He was too worked up. Lance suddenly jerked his chin up and planted a warm kiss on his lips. Pietro was quieted almost instantly as he leaned into the kiss, deepening it. They were in bliss for what seemed like forever. But Lance pulled away and looked Pietro in the eye.
"Why?" Lance asked sternly. The tears shone in Pietro's eyes and he shut them, his head tipped down. Lance awaited his answer patiently.
"Because," he whispered, "I deserve it. I hurt the one I loved most. I made him go away. I made him leave me." Lance looked at Pietro.
"So you're doing this because of me?" he asked sadly. Pietro's head snapped up and the tears fell from his crystal blue eyes. He shook his head.
"No Lance it isn't your fault," he said quietly, "It's. . . .mine." Lance looked at Pietro. He studied his features intently. His wavering blue eyes, full of fear, pale skin, and tempting quivering lips.
"Pietro," he said softly, but firmly, "I love you, and I always will love you." Pietro's eyes snapped open and grew wide in shock. He hadn't expected that at all. Lance's eyes trailed down his body and rest on his mangled arm. He shook his head and Pietro felt the tears coming again.
"Pietro how could you do this to yourself?" he asked sadly. Pietro opened his mouth to speak but Lance placed a finger over his parted lips.
"Don't you dare tell me because you deserve it," he warned. Pietro hung his head.
"Because," he whispered, "it clears my head and. . . .it feels good." Lance head snapped up and his eyes were ablaze with anger. He suddenly grabbed Pietro's wrist and jerked it up, practically shoving his hand in his face.
"THIS feels good!?" he shouted, "Destroying yourself feels good!?" Pietro tried to free himself from Lance but he was holding firmly onto his wrist. Pietro was crying again, trying to break free from Lance's iron grip. But it was useless to struggle.
"Lance! Please stop!" Pietro pleaded and Lances face suddenly softened and he released Pietro. Pietro fell over backwards and Lance scooped him up into his arms again. Pietro struggled only mildly before calming down and resting easily in Lance's arms.
"Pietro," he whispered, "I love you." Pietro turned his head to look at him and Lance placed a soft kiss on his lips. Pietro once again leaned into the kiss. Lance was careful not to brush against his arm. After many minutes they broke apart and stared at eachother.
"Pietro, will you take me back?" he asked gently. Pietro stared at him for a long time before nodding silently. Lance smiled and pulled him into a hug. Pietro responded, wrapping his weak arms around Lance and hugging him back.
~Fin
--Avalanche Maximoff--
Chapter 13
Pietro sobbed softly as he crouched in the corner of the rooftop. This was his place to come and think. But he didn't want to think. Why did Lance have to do this to him!? Pietro had lived his life without Lance for the past seven months and all of a sudden he shows up. Pietro didn't ask for this! He didn't' ask for any of it! So why is it happening to him!?
Pietro stood up suddenly and dug around in his pocket. He felt the twinge of pain surge in his finger and he removed the razor blade from his pocket. It shone brilliantly in the moonlight, a single drop of blood smeared across it surface. The only way to release his mind from this torment. He sat back down and held out his arm. Slowly he began sliding the razor across his arm. The blood spilled out of the cuts and leaked onto his jeans, staining them with crimson liquid. The tears spilled from his eyes as he punished himself. The moon cast eerie shadows over his bloodied arm.
He had made at least twenty cuts before he stopped. He was trembling and crying hysterically. The only thing he could think about was the way Lance had slapped him and told him that it was wrong. But he didn't understand! Pietro *needed* to do it. He needed to forget, but most of all to punish. Punish himself for being such and ignorant fool! Temptation was his worst enemy. He squeezed the razor in his hand in anger and let it sink into his skin. Blood oozed from his hand and his sobs grew louder. It hurt immensely, yet he couldn't stop himself.
He suddenly heard the sound of silent footsteps coming up the stairs. Quickly he silenced himself and scrambled into the shadows and hid there. The door opened and to Pietro's shock and horror Lance stepped out into the night, his hands shoved into his pockets. He kicked the door shut behind him and leaned against the wall where Pietro had sat only a few seconds ago. He let out a heavy sigh and rummaged around in his pockets. He withdrew a white object and stuck it between his lips. Pietro scowled. He'd thought Lance had given up that habit a long time ago. Lance lifted the lighter to the end of the cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply. Slowly he let the smoke billow out of his mouth.
Lance glanced down and the cigarette suddenly fell from his mouth as he opened his mouth to gape at the ground. Pietro followed his gaze and cursed silently. The blood. Lance knelt down and touched the crimson liquid. He flinched at the feel of it and let his eyes followed the trail of blood that led to the dark shadows. He squinted and saw a quivering shape in the corner. He stood and took a step towards it, but it cringed, if possible deeper into the corner.
"Don't worry I won't hurt you," he said softly, creeping towards the figure, as if coaxing a small animal. Pietro whimpered and shook his head. Go away, he thought, go away, go away, go away! Lance squinted harder and suddenly he gasped. Pietro began to sob quietly as Lance reached for him. Pietro let himself be dragged out of the shadows and be held in Lance's arms. He felt so safe in his arms.
"Pietro why?" he asked softly, rocking Pietro, "Why are you doing this?" Pietro whimpered and buried his face into Lance's chest, clutching his shirt, trying to bury himself in his warmth. Lance sighed and hugged Pietro tighter. The boy felt so fragile, as if he would break at any moment. Lance felt guilty. He knew he was responsible for destroying such a beautiful creature.
"Pietro, you know what you're doing is wrong?" he asked. Pietro nodded softly and sobbed a little harder.
"Then why?" he asked, "Why are you doing this to yourself?" Pietro burst into a hysterical fit of sobbing. Lance tried to calm the boy by patting his back but he wouldn't be calmed. He was too worked up. Lance suddenly jerked his chin up and planted a warm kiss on his lips. Pietro was quieted almost instantly as he leaned into the kiss, deepening it. They were in bliss for what seemed like forever. But Lance pulled away and looked Pietro in the eye.
"Why?" Lance asked sternly. The tears shone in Pietro's eyes and he shut them, his head tipped down. Lance awaited his answer patiently.
"Because," he whispered, "I deserve it. I hurt the one I loved most. I made him go away. I made him leave me." Lance looked at Pietro.
"So you're doing this because of me?" he asked sadly. Pietro's head snapped up and the tears fell from his crystal blue eyes. He shook his head.
"No Lance it isn't your fault," he said quietly, "It's. . . .mine." Lance looked at Pietro. He studied his features intently. His wavering blue eyes, full of fear, pale skin, and tempting quivering lips.
"Pietro," he said softly, but firmly, "I love you, and I always will love you." Pietro's eyes snapped open and grew wide in shock. He hadn't expected that at all. Lance's eyes trailed down his body and rest on his mangled arm. He shook his head and Pietro felt the tears coming again.
"Pietro how could you do this to yourself?" he asked sadly. Pietro opened his mouth to speak but Lance placed a finger over his parted lips.
"Don't you dare tell me because you deserve it," he warned. Pietro hung his head.
"Because," he whispered, "it clears my head and. . . .it feels good." Lance head snapped up and his eyes were ablaze with anger. He suddenly grabbed Pietro's wrist and jerked it up, practically shoving his hand in his face.
"THIS feels good!?" he shouted, "Destroying yourself feels good!?" Pietro tried to free himself from Lance but he was holding firmly onto his wrist. Pietro was crying again, trying to break free from Lance's iron grip. But it was useless to struggle.
"Lance! Please stop!" Pietro pleaded and Lances face suddenly softened and he released Pietro. Pietro fell over backwards and Lance scooped him up into his arms again. Pietro struggled only mildly before calming down and resting easily in Lance's arms.
"Pietro," he whispered, "I love you." Pietro turned his head to look at him and Lance placed a soft kiss on his lips. Pietro once again leaned into the kiss. Lance was careful not to brush against his arm. After many minutes they broke apart and stared at eachother.
"Pietro, will you take me back?" he asked gently. Pietro stared at him for a long time before nodding silently. Lance smiled and pulled him into a hug. Pietro responded, wrapping his weak arms around Lance and hugging him back.
~Fin
--Avalanche Maximoff--