A/N: Sorry about taking so long to update this fic. I'm going to get back on it soon...but in the meantime, you can read this loverly little G/E drabble I wrote for a challenge a while back.
Warnings: Umm...none, really. Unless you count the boy/boy. But that's a given in this particular fic. Although I must warn you that this was a horrid attempt at angst.
Disclaimer: You should know this by now--I don't own MK. No, I haven't acquired the rights to it in my down time, sorry.
Found My Place
Drabble le Première: Nighttime Excursions
Ernest awoke for two reasons. The first and foremost reason could be seen in the tears streaming down his face. He had been having a nightmare, he knew that much, but exactly what the nightmare had been about…well, that he couldn't quite recollect. The feel of the dream lingered over his mind; he felt so bereft, as if he had lost something very important. Ernest reminded himself that it had only been a dream, but even so, the tears coursing down his cheeks increased.
Ernest stifled his sobs, remembering that there had been something else that had caused his eyes to snap open. He had heard something. He sat up slowly, his sheet draped around his shoulders, his eyes probing the darkness. He clutched the sheet closer as the noise became louder for a moment. A voice cried out, and Ernest nearly jumped.
Perplexed, Ernest slid onto the floor, biting his lip as his feet came into contact with the cold floor. By now his tears were subsiding, but the lonesome feeling was still there, and if anything, growing.
Dragging his sheet with him, Ernest padded softly to the other side of the room, following the noises, until he could just barely make out the shape of their source.
Gareas lay tangled and thrashing in his sheets, emitting moans and other sounds of discomfort and anguish. Ernest stared down at his long-time friend and secret love, uncertain of what he should do. On the one hand, he couldn't bear to watch the green-haired boy suffer, and he wanted to reach out to wake him, to liberate him from whatever evil haunted his dreams. On the other hand, however, he didn't want to touch him, for fear of intruding on Gareas' most private and unguarded thoughts.
Ernest pondered for a minute before deciding. And dead-set on his plan, he leaned over his friend's shoulder, not quite touching, really, but his long blonde hair spilling down to tickle Gareas' neck as Ernest whispered gently but urgently for him to wake up.
Gareas woke with a gasp as Ernest whispered "Garu!" for the twelfth time. "Garu? Is everything all right?" the blonde asked fearfully.
Garu stared up at Ernest with something that the blonde couldn't place, and before he knew what was happening, Garu had reached up and pulled him in a tight hug against his chest. Ernest was filled with the other boy's relief as he pressed kisses into the long blonde hair.
"Garu?" Ernest asked cautiously, the tears prickling at his eyes once again. He had melted into the embrace, of course, but in his heart he was afraid that this moment was too good to be true.
"Ernest," Gareas whispered into his hair, "I dreamt that you left me, that you died. You feel it, don't you? I couldn't go on without you; I ached all over." Ernest could hear his unsaid plea—say it's okay; it rang in his head over and over, full of dread that Ernest wouldn't say it.
Ernest wound his arms around Garu's neck and stared into his eyes. "It's okay, Garu." Tentatively, he touched his lips to Garu's. "I love you, too." Gareas tightened his embrace and deepened the kiss. Tonight, that was all they would do—explore each other's mouths and sleep skin against skin, but both knew that there would be more soon enough. For the moment, what they shared was more than adequate.