What You Need By Margarita Neko

Chapter 6: Saturday/Need

The next day was Saturday, which meant no school, thank God. My parents we out on a business trip for the weekend, so, being an only child, I had the whole house to myself, too. Life was good.

...Well, at least it would have been if it hadn't been for a certain terminally ill sixteen-year-old who kept invading my thoughts...

So, anyway, I'd spent the first half of the day worrying about whether or not he was okay, semi-afraid that he just hadn't woken up this morning or something. Finally, I managed to convince myself that he hadn't been *that* sick yesterday. Unfortunately, as soon as I'd decided that yes, he was still alive, I remembered that he was still sick, and began feeling an odd urge to make him some homemade chicken soup, or some other junk like that.

What was wrong with me...?

Eventually, I decided that I was just suffering from pent up energy that had converted itself to worry, so I went out back around noon. We had this killer training area in back, with dummies for punching bags and a few obstacle courses. It was really cool.

I always had the time of my life out on the obstacle course, but that day... My heart just wasn't in it. It was somewhere else. God help me...

It was with Gar.

Nevertheless, I got a few good hours of training in. The exercise did help me take my mind off of Gar, at least for a little while, but the second I stopped (nearly five hours later...), he was back. I just couldn't keep him away.

Anyways, it was already about 5 o'clock when I finished, so I decided to make dinner. Macaroni and cheese. The kind from a box, not that homemade crap. I went up and took a shower while it cooked, getting rid of all the sweat and dirt from my training, and got back to the kitchen just in time to take it off the stove. Oh yeah, I'm good.

I grabbed my big bowl of mac and cheese, along with a glass of Coke, and sat down on our big, squishy couch in the living room. I loved that couch. I really did. It was old, and some of the fabric was torn, but it was so comfy. My mom had tried to get rid of it once; I'd threatened to sell all her shoes to a pawnshop if she did. Needless to say, she gave in quickly.

So, I was sitting on my nice comfy couch, eating my macaroni and cheese and staring blankly at the TV. I really couldn't figure out this whole Gar thing... I just couldn't get my mind off of him. It was almost like...

Ah, hell.

It was like I had a crush on the little weirdo.

Now, before that realization hit me, I'd never once questioned my sexuality. I'd always been into girls. Hell, I'd even had a wet dream or two about Raven. I'd never wanted to be with a guy. Not once. But then again...

'...Sometimes, what you want and what you need aren't the same thing...'

Shit.

Holy fucking shit.

I groaned and buried my face in a pillow. I had a crush on him. I could practically see the headlines in the gossip section of the school paper: "Robin Grayson, in Love with Local Cross Dresser Gar Logan." Just... Wonderful.

My life was going to hell.

~*~

I was getting ready for bed around 10 o'clock that night when I heard a knock on the door. I was in my nightclothes at the time, this really nice set of flannel pajamas with penguins on them (dorky, I know, but they're comfy as hell), and I was brushing my teeth, but I figured it was probably just a delivery truck or something and I didn't bother even setting down my toothbrush. I just walked into the foyer, my toothbrush sticking out of my mouth, and opened up the door.

My eyes widened.

Standing there, holding a sleeping bag in his arms and carrying a backpack on his back, was Gar. He glanced amusedly at my pajamas, then, with that cheerful grin of his in place, asked, "May I come in?"

I just nodded and stood to the side, letting him enter. As soon as he was inside, I shut the door behind him.

I tried to ask him what he was doing here, but it came out as, "Mma ah ooim ee?" He giggled.

"Go spit," he told me, and I ran to obey.

When I came back a few moments later, toothbrush-free and minty fresh, Gar was unrolling his sleeping bag onto my couch. I raised my eyebrow.

"What exactly are you doing?" I asked him, and he looked up at me sheepishly.

"I'm crashing here for the night," he told me. I blinked.

"Do I get a say in this?" I asked him, and he shuffled his feet nervously.

"I'm sorry," he said. "But I really don't have a choice. I can't stay home, and I've got nowhere else to go. Please... I really need to stay here. I'll be gone by tomorrow morning."

"You know I'm gonna need more of an explanation that that," I told him chidingly, and he sighed. He grabbed his backpack and opened it, taking out first Angel's shoebox (I knew it was his because someone had written "Angel" on the top in big, loopy letters with wings on the sides), then a piece of paper.

He held the paper out to me. "Read this," he instructed me, and I took it.

'We don't need freaks like you in our town. Leave, or we'll take you out.'

That was it. No address, no signature, just... A threat. I sat down.

"Jesus, Gar," I breathed, and he sat down beside me, biting his lip. I noticed that he had fangs, but brushed it off. That wasn't important right then. "Do you know who sent this to you?"

"No, but I've got a good guess," he said dryly, and I realized who was most likely to have done something like this. The trio.

"So, you're just gonna give in, then?" I asked, a bit of anger edging my voice as I realized why he had said he'd be gone by morning. "Gar, you could go to the police or something... They can't do this to you..."

He just shook his head. "I don't wanna cause any more trouble than I already had..." he said softly. "Besides... I can't stay here anyway."

"Why not?" I asked, surprised.

His eyes were filled with tears, and he sniffled slightly before continuing. "I haven't got much longer, Robin," he confessed. "The doctors say I won't last more than two or three months... And my parents have finally given up. They aren't gonna take me to any more hospitals, but... I can't die here. Don't get me wrong, it's a nice town and all, but... It's not *home*... I... I've gotta get home. Lauren's not dead yet, but I wanna be there for her when she does die. There's nothing for me here, except for a stupid research lab that can't do anything to help me anyway. It's just... This town is killing me, Robin..."

His words were interrupted by a soft sob here, and I felt my heart breaking. That weird, protective feeling was surging up in my heart again, and before I knew it, my arms were around him, rubbing his back gently as he cried. He nestled his head on my chest, clinging lightly at my penguin pajamas, and let me comfort him.

Now, I'd had a few crushes before, but... They had never been anything like *this*. There had never been this warmth in my chest, or this feeling of rightness that came from holding him close. This was pure, and unselfish, and beautiful, and, I realized with a start...

It was love.

In the course of a few days, he had gone from a stranger, to an acquaintance, to an annoyance, to a friend, to a crush, and now... He was my love. My soul mate. The idea was odd, and frightening, and it would have been so much easier to just deny it, let him leave, pretend he'd never existed, but...

That wasn't what I wanted anymore.

All I wanted... Was him...

Softly, hesitantly, I kissed his hair, watching as he looked up at me in surprise. "R... Robin...?" he whispered hoarsely, his throat probably sore from crying. I smiled down at him, pressing kisses against his forehead, his cheeks, his nose... Anywhere I could reach. Eventually, he started to respond, wrapping his arms around my neck and closing his eyes in bliss.

Gently, carefully, I leaned him backwards onto the soft cushions of the couch, covered by his sleeping bag, so that he was lying down and I was straddling his hips. I tugged his shirt off over his head, admiring the pale skin and now ruffled brown and green hair. Now, I'd said before that I'd never been attracted to guys before, but seeing him beneath me, shirtless, with those gorgeous green eyes staring up at me, half-lidded and clouded with pleasure... I'd never seen any girl even come close to being as beautiful as he was.

I leaned forward a little, nuzzling at his neck. "Gar..." I whispered softly, lovingly as I kissed along his jaw line. "You said that you wanted to give me what I needed, right...?"

I began kissing at his throat and neck, reveling in the pleasured whimpers that I was coaxing from his mouth as he nodded. I found this one spot, just below his ear, that made him moan and roll his hips up against mine when my lips touched it, and I sucked on it gently. He squirmed beneath me, whimpering softly. I grinned, noting that spot for later uses, and moved slowly upwards to look him in the eyes, placing kisses on the soft skin at random as I went. His beautiful emerald eyes were no longer so omniscient—They'd been clouded with passion and want. My God, that turned me on.

I leaned in closer, licking teasingly at his lower lip. "I figured out what I need," I told him in a low, husky whisper. He just stared upwards, questioning me, though I was sure he already knew the answer. "I need... You..."

And with that, I closed the distance between our lips, kissing him with all of the love and passion that I could muster. He returned in kind, opening his mouth in invitation, which I gladly accepted. He moaned into my mouth, and wrapped a leg loosely around my waist, pressing our hips together as his hands tangled in my hair...

That night was the most perfect, amazing night of my entire life. The warmth of his bare skin against mine, the softness of his lips, our whispered "I love you"s in the peak of our heated passion... It was heaven, pure and simple.

I'd finally gotten what I needed.

~*End Chapter 6*~

A/N: ... *Cough embarrassedly* Er... Bit of citrus there at the end... Uh... Enjoy? ^.^;;;

Reviews:

Rebekah: ^.^ I totally agree! They aren't a real couple in this though... Just a hinted one... So if you're looking for much more in that area, sorry.

Starre: Actually, I really can't tell you... I dunno myself... ^.^ Next chapter's the last, then a *possible* epilogue which would wrap everything up, but... I might just leave it as is after next chapter. Well, I'm glad you liked last chapter, and I hope you like this one too!

Bobby: Damn straight he needs him! ...Well, not damn *straight* I suppose, but... You get the picture. Eh... Not much else I can say. Sorry. ^.^;;; Thank you for the nice review!

R&R, please! There's only one more chapter and *maybe* an epilogue to go!