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The cold snow slaps his slender form harshly. The darkness and cold is nothing compared to the pain in his heart. Despite his suffering, he can't be angry at them. As long as his love was happy then he could live with the decision that had been made. The truth is powerful, it can heal and destroy. Tonight he realized that he means no more to his beloved than a younger cousin. Listening to the crunch of the frozen, crystal like blanket of white beneath his boots, he makes up his mind to join the other solitary figure. He can't try to reach home, not when anouther's heart is aching as his is. Now isn't the time to lose his patience and hurt someone because he is in pain, but the time to see if perhaps he could heal the other. Maybe the other tortured soul is already creating craters in the roof or trying to hide his pain behind a mask of rage?
When he finanly re-enters the house and makes his way to the roof, he braces himself for the others fury. Never in a million years did he expect what he saw there that night. The fiery teen lays broken upon the snow with silent pain running down his tanned cheeks. Thanking the gods that the snow made his footfalls quieter than usual, he makes his way to the youth. Was he asleep and revealing his pain through a dream? Is he willingly showing his grief? Below him laughter echoes off the walls, innocents that do not realize the torment that races through them. Finanly he seats himself down next to the boy and gathers enough courage to bring the trembeling boy into his arms. The boy looks up at him as snow flakes cling to his sweater and his beautiful eyes fill with the familar rage.
"What are you doing," the boy yells pulling out of the embrace as if the arms around his form were burning him. Quickly he checks the impulse to turn violent and responds calmly "Hugging you, isn't it obvious?" Trying to hide his sorrow behind his anger, the teen demands "Go away." "I can't, not when you're hurting this much," he states while pulling the boy back into his arms then adds "Crying doesn't make you weak. You can cry."
His eyes close when the boy once again frees himself from his arms. "Just leave me alone," the youth screams swinging a furious fist at his face. This time it was harder to controll the urge just to flip out. Reluctantly he rises and says "You're not the only one that is hurting. I was offering you support." His eyes roam over the boy noticing his well toned muscles beneath the sweater and pants. That gorgous body sags to the floor and the beautiful face drops. "Stay," the youth commands, begging in his own way. He obliges quickly and resumes his spot next to the boy. "I wont tell if you cry. I know that you hate crying infront of people, but, just this once, cry on me."
Shivering the boy moves into his arms and lays his head upon his chest. "When I was lost, you guided me. Now let me guide you," he says tilting the boy's face up. Warm petals meet the softness of lips untouched. Gentle hands run through silky hair. "Let me love you," he says finanly aware as to why he couldn't leave him alone. "NO!" He watches the teen try to wear anger like a mask and the hand clutching his shirt seems threatening, but he heard the panick in his voice that was laced with fear. "Why not?' Quickly he presses his lips against the teens then brushes a thumb over the boy's mouth. "No one can love me. I'm just a worthless monster, remember," the teen shouts while shoving him away. He lays against the roof looking up at the boy pretending the cold wasn't penetrating his body. "You're just as lovable as anyone else," he says softly flincing when the boy recoils from his touch.
He stumbles into the boy's room, carefully carrying his possession. The bed creaks beneath the boy's weight and groans when he joins the sleeping youth. "I love you," he whispers into the boy's ear and huge eyes greet him. He smiles at the teen's suprise and waits for the tornado of inults and fist to crash down. When nothing happens, he reaches for the boy's shirt and tugs it off. "I'll take care of you," he says removing his own shirt and laying down beside the warm figure. Embracing the boy's lips with his own, he hugs the boy tighter. "I wont hurt you," he says despite his own jaw hurting because of the earlier punch.
The teen relaxes in his arms while he nibbles on his neck and gently runs his tongue along his flesh. The boy boy roughly tugs him back by his hair and claims his lips. For now he can let the youth dominate, but later he wouldn't be so submissive. A curious tongue runs along his bottom lip and eagerly he parts his lips allowing the boy to explore his mouth. His own tongue dances with the older teen's and a gasp escapes when he feels the youth's hands discovering his body. "Don't leave," the boy orders snuggling against his chest. He leans his chin on top of the teens head and says "I wont."
He awakens before the boy and gazes down at his sleeping form. That night he'd found out what it meant to give to those less fortunate than yourself. He gave his arms to one rarely held, he graced the boy with kiss, and he loved someone that was supposedly not meant to be loved. He can leave and let the youth pretend that what happened was a dream, but his heart says no. He needs to love the teen almost as much as the boy needs to feel loved. He discovered that even those that appear stronger than anyone else can break.
Leaving his own fears to silence themselves, he kisses his beloved and smiles when the youth hugs him. Perhaps when the boy wakes up he'll be tossed out, but for now he can lay in the teens embrace hoping that someday the boy will be able ot tell him the same three words he says so easily. Forgetting the other he had loved sleeps not too far away and that the one his beloved loved lays close by, he dreams of a tuture with the youth. Until he is told to leave or that he isn't loved by his fiery one, he may pretend that they are together for the long run. "Maybe you can't hear me in your dream world, but I do love you. Don't think that this is just a passing feeling I have for you because he doesn't love me. I mean it every time I tell you those words. Even if you don't love me, I'll keep on loving you." The boy sighs in his arms and grumbles "I believe you, now will you shut up. I'm trying to sleep." He nods then closes his own eyes while whispering "I love you." He smiles whren the boy utters those three words back to him. I know you mean it no matter how many times you'll try to deny it once you're awake and aware of what you have said and done.