S: Here's the final chapter! Hehehe thanks to my lone reviewer Dark-Lady-Devinity! I'm sorry but I think this chapter will probably disappoint you sighs

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His eyes flickered nervously at the living who wondered around.

"We are here."

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ETERNITY Chapter 2

'Quarters?! It was a mansion unto itself!' Mercutio gaped at the marble house with the small fountain depicting mermaids and cupids playing in the frothing water, outside its front doors.

"Welcome to my quarters Master Mercutio." Tybalt bowed mockingly as he motioned to the double doors.

"Will you not open it for your master?" Mercutio quipped back, playing Tybalt's game back at him. The onyx eyed man smirked at him.

"If you have forgotten master we are unable to touch anything solid." Mercutio shrugged sheepishly, and walked through the door, or attempted to, as he hit his head on the very solid object and fell back to land at the feet of a surprised looking Tybalt.

"What does this mean?" Mercutio heard Tybalt's voice query as he opened the door and stared at it before he stepped inside. Mercutio leapt up and followed the taller man gasping as he gaped at the interior, a staircase as grand as the one in the Capulet's mansion lead to a second floor, when he looked closely creatures from myths of distant lands curled around the railings leapt out at him. He could feel the carpet beneath his feet, it was plush, a deep wine red. From the roof hung a chandelier, the crystal beads like tears from the weeping winged women painted on the roof whom fluttered at the feet of mighty Greek Gods. To his left was another set of grand double doors carved with more creatures of legend, the handles a set of snarling dragons' heads.

"Where do you think I lived? I am the King of Cats, as well as Lady Montague's nephew" he tacked on with distaste. He gestured the room, spreading his arms out to indicate the whole house. "This is her doing. Follow me I will show you to the guest rooms."

"No, no, if I'm to be stuck here with you I will be sleeping close to you… in case you run off." It sounded ridiculous even to him and he fought the blush creeping across his cheeks at Tybalt's raised eyebrow.

"Where would I go? We can't leave the city."

"You… you may disappear over the night or perhaps something else could happen, we don't know what could happen in this existence, we haven't spent a night here yet." Tybalt frowned.

"That is true… but what does it matter if you are sleeping in a guest room or a room next to mine?"

"I meant in the same room."

"I only have one bed, and not enough room for another."

"Are you kidding?! This house is hug and your room only fits one bed? That must be one huge bed!" Tybalt glared at him.

"Follow me." They entered a small corridor to the right from an ordinary door, which looked out of place in the lavish hallway. They continued to the end of the corridor that opened into a small circular room, which had three different doors leading off it. Tybalt opened the one furthest from them and revealed a medium sized room which had a plain single bed with pristine white sheets, a thread bare and colourful rug was thrown haphazardly over the bed, a large wooden desk covered in a mess of scattered papers and quills was pushed against the far wall. A large, comfy, worn red armchair sat before an unlit fireplace. The rug on the floor was delicately patterned a reminder of the hall which they had entered from, yet it was worn as well. A tapestry hung from the wall giving the room a cheery quality. A window half concealed by a rose bush opened out into the garden, a small bird sung outside and Mercutio smiled. He liked the feel of this place, the rest of the house, though magnificent seemed fake, this room, this felt real. Someone's private place where it was safe to dream, safe to let the thoughts walk freely in the confines of the white washed walls to colour them with splashes of imagery. He wished his home felt like this, he wished he wasn't afraid to go back every night to the lurking memories and dancing leering shadows.

"I hate that fountain." Mercutio snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of Tybalt's harsh voice, it seemed out of place here in the room full of golden sunlight and faded homeliness.

"You hate what?" Mercutio asked just to keep the conversation alive.

"The fountain. The one at the entrance, I hate this house." Mercutio nodded absently as he walked further into the room. "It's all so fake!" The anger in Tybalt's voice caught Mercutio's attention and he turned to look at the obsidian-eyed man, coking his head he studied him in his rage.

"You're not fake" Mercutio smiled suddenly at the dark haired man who looked back at him shocked. Tybalt looked rather handsome in this golden half-light, Mercutio mused before being drawn towards the desk of papers. He smiled to himself in the silence as he ran his fingers attentively over the papers; this room had an odd affect on him. He felt almost safe, as if no one knew where this room was, a small private world of his own.

"What did you say?" Tybalt's voice was soft and Mercutio smiled softly, he noticed feeling pleased with himself, his smiles were no longer large, plastered widely across his face, fake. They were smaller but truer; a word entered his mind before being pushed out, content.

"I said you aren't fake." Mercutio turned to face the dark haired man holding a piece of parchment, his eyes ran over the other man before running over the dipped and curved handwriting which ran across the dried paper, poetry.

"Don't read that!" The paper was snatched out of his hands violently and Mercutio frowned, a half formed verse lapping at the corners of his mind.

"You're ruining this."

"Ruining what?" Tybalt looked perplexed.

"This." Mercutio spread his arms out as if it was obvious. "This place."

"This is my room."

"It can't be" Mercutio retorted matter-of-factly.

"And why can't it?" Tybalt asked suddenly amused at Mercutio's behaviour.

"It's safe." Was the other mans reply. Tybalt frowned, what did Mercutio mean by that? And why was he acting so calm and mellow. There was no acting, no drama, which usually accompanied the man, no large grins and false smiles, what was going on?

The gold light was slowly fading, shadows crossed Tybalt's face and Mercutio frowned, sitting down on the bed shaking his head to clear his mind.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm not… Can I sleep here tonight?" Mercutio's eyes pleaded with him and Tybalt found he was nodding; the gratitude and another unnamed emotion shone in Mercutio's eyes, and caused Tybalt's heart to skip a beat. He looked so beautiful sitting there on his bed, shadows danced across his features, his hazel eyes catching the last golden sunlight, the gratitude and the small smile playing on his lips. Before he could stop himself, Tybalt strode forward. He fell to his knees before the surprised Mercutio; he registered the shocked look before his mind became entranced in his other senses. His hand was touching the soft skin of the other mans neck, his lips pressing against the warm lushness of his throat, the rapid heart beat thrummed against his sensitive lips, the hazel eyed man's scent of lavender and sandalwood entranced him and he licked the small heart beat at the base of his neck, the flavour of him bursting on his tongue.

His sensitive skin registered the cold piercing through his lust induced haze before his mind registered the coldness was that of metal and he realised what he was doing.

"Get your hands off me." The growl was feral and Tybalt obeyed raising his hands above his head raising from his knees and stepping back, the tip of Mercutio's rapier pressed against his throat.

"I…"

"I don't want to hear anything you want to say, I know your kind, leeching off those you think are less superior." Mercutio's voice was full of hatred and his eyes burned with rage. Tybalt blinked. 'All that hatred wasn't directed at him, he could tell by the way Mercutio's eyes darted around the room as if searching for something, or someone. "Thinking you can get away with anything because you are from the aristocratic side of society, the law doesn't affect you, you use your power to advantage, forcing others into submission." His voice rose. "Forcing Yourself Onto Others Who Are Unable To Fight Back!" Tears fled from the rage in his eyes trailing down his cheeks as he wavered on his feet.

"You're fighting back now. You're fighting back." Tybalt soothed, careful of angering the man with the sword. Mercutio blinked as if waking from a daze, he stared at the sword in his hands for a few moments before dropping it and falling back to sit on the bed.

"I couldn't fight back. I couldn't fight him." The smaller man looked up at Tybalt the tears drowning the rage, which had smouldered in the hazel depths of his eyes.

"He just… he just kept coming. I couldn't…" A sob escaped his lips and he felt as Tybalt sat beside him tentatively. He couldn't keep the tears from falling or the sobs from wracking his body; he felt a hand press against his side drawing him closer to Tybalt. He buried himself in the other mans side drowning out the memories and shadows with the scent of cloves and patchouli.

"Shhh, he can't get you here." Tybalt soothed the man buried deep in his side, clutching him as if his life depended on it. "You're safe." Tybalt ran his hand in circles down the other mans back feeling the sobs slowly lessen, no longer wracking his body. Rage burned in him, how dare someone do this to his Mercutio. His Mercutio? Yes, he could deal with that.

"I'm sorry." After a while a muffled voice came from his side, breaking him from his possessive thoughts. Tybalt chuckled softly still stroking Mercutio's back.

"For what?" There was a pause.

"For detesting you without knowing who you really were."

"Well young kitten, I think we are both guilty for our actions regarding that matter. Forgive me." Mercutio looked up at the taller man with a tear-stained face, he shuffled closer, arms sliding further around Tybalt's waist, his lips pressed softly against Tybalt's.

"You're forgiven." The whispered words echoed through the empty room, the ghostly silver rapier faded as the last echoes died away.

The small bird's song entwined with the last golden rays of sunlight.

Finished

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S: I didn't actually think I'd end it this way but I think it's nicely cone, I was actually going to have whole big slashy scene and more Mercutio and his past but I think this turned out nicely, although rather abruptly.

I'm sorry for the hopeful slashyness which never eventuated but I will try for another fic with er… more 'hands on' 0 heh ok bye!!!!

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