Chapter: 3/?
Word Count: 1072
Pairings: Nux/Slit, Skinny/Morsov
Characters: Nux, Slit, War Pup OC: Cheese Fry, War Pup OC: Chili Dog, War Pup OC: Dickweed, War Pup OC: Mason, Skinny, Morsov, The Ace
Warnings: Gay, Yaoi, Slash, Slight Gore
Chapter Summary: Slit learns more and more about being human, and about life in Citadel, from the Pups that love to hear his stories.
AN: I've been sitting on this since November, so I finally sat down and made myself finish this. I hope you guys enjoy this, another chapter should be coming soon!
I would also like to dedicate this to Karau, the only reviewer on ffn, because they want something new to get addicted to. I hope the wait wasn't too much, and that you see this.
Chapter Three: Shining Like A Fiery Beacon
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In the two weeks since he'd fallen to this godforsaken spit of rock, Slit had learned three things.
One, that the Imperator put up with him, but couldn't possibly have hated him more. He brought out in her riotous men what she had worked ages to repress, and that made him Dangerous. Furiosa typically dealt with Dangerous People the same way any reasonable person would; by planting something extra special right between the eyes. The only downside to that was that Slit could be insanely useful to her cause, if the bullshit he spouted could even hold water.
Which lead right into the second thing he'd gleaned in this world. Water was insanely scarce, and incredibly necessary. Before he'd been ejected from Valhalla, he had never felt thirst, the Immortan would fill this need, as well as hunger, in his Elite before all and thirst seemed to drive a mortal body, along with using the bathroom, which he still greatly disliked. It seemed such an odd sort of private activity, though there was always someone trying to follow him.
The third thing he had learned was that the Pups liked a good story, and it was definitely not any kind of okay to punt them as far as possible were you to grow tired of their constant streams of questions. Despite his apparent 'child kicking' tendencies, however, more and more children flocked to him by the day. They wanted to know about everything, and some of their asinine questions could even be considered amusing, if not tedious when he had to explain the same thing over and over again.
Slit was supposed to be in quarantine, only seeing his (rather handsome, if he dare say it) doctor and the Imperator, when she deemed him worthy of her time… But in a settlement like Citadel, well, word spread quickly and Nux was sociable enough to let in one or two visitors, which turned to nearly the entire settlement in what seemed like no time at all. There was always a small gaggle of children and even some of the other adults (he'd seen that other guy who had brought him in more times than he'd really like to count) around his bed, wanting to hear what he had to say. Nobody disputed his status as a fallen angel, the stumps of wings on his back enough proof for them in this day and age, and they all had things they wanted to know. The worst part of it was, however, that the longer he spent on earth, the less he really remembered about his home. Eons of knowledge seemed to seep from his brain like he were bleeding it, and it wasn't only bothering his audience, but making him feel even more isolated from his old life.
It was a quiet night when Nux finally glanced over to see that Slit was sitting silently, alone, in his little bed, staring out the near translucent plastic that kept Citadel from the horrors of the Wastes. He had just finished filling the usual syringes for the Boys that liked to sleep walk, and as he watched the silent angel of combustion, he felt a stir in his heart. The poor thing had been swamped with people every waking moment, save for tonight. He almost looked like he missed the attention, eyes slightly drooped and hands limp in his lap.
"You know," Nux began with a slow roll to his feet, leaving his stool behind and crossing the room at a leisurely pace, "It's kind of quiet in here, tonight. What happened?"
"Your Imperator chased everyone to bed." Slit always sounded so grumpy, and he almost looked like he was pouting when he turned those dual-colored eyes on his doctor. "I still don't feel tired." The way that hot, pink tongue swiped over pale lips had Nux's pulse quickening a little bit.
"I could try and give you something to help you sleep. I don't think you've slept a wink since you got here, not on your own." He offered, tossing a quick glance to the needles laid out on his work station.
"I would rather not shoot up again. It feels… Wrong."
"Drugs are wrong, sometimes." He offered, "But if you need them…"
"I'd rather get tired on my own. I'm forgetting more, why am I not becoming more human?" Those eyes narrowed, now, a slant to them that had Nux sitting on the bed and taking the other's hand.
"Perhaps it's because you'll never really be human. You're stuck here, he wants you to suffer." The words were harsh, and he regretted them the second that blank expression turned to one of obvious anguish, and then to relatively pissed off.
"He's vengeful as he is beautiful." Slit sighed heavily, shaking his head.
"You're beautiful." It slipped out before Nux could stop it, and wide blue eyes looked into half-blind ones, fear evident in their bright depths. For a moment, Slit looked offended, but soon a lazy, sleazy smile tipped one side of his lips.
"That so, Nuts?" He questioned, brushing the blanket down his legs a little to show he wore the bare minimum. "You humans would think that anything new is beautiful." He offered, passing a hand over the other's bald dome, "I suppose it's good you think that."
Leaning in, he pressed his scarred lips to Nux's, resting there with him for a moment before his kiss turned to biting and blood sprang up between their clashing teeth.
"Your blood is beautiful." He whispered as he pulled back, watching the stark red trail down the doctor's chin. "What do we want to do about it?"
"You'll do nothing about it." Furiosa's voice was heard from the doorway, causing Nux's head to jerk back so hard it nearly looked like it might fall off. "Nux, get the medicine to the Boys that need it. Go." She added, when the doctor hesitated. "I'll take good care of our… Friend."
Nux left with a pit in his stomach, and Slit stayed with a furrowed brow and a roll of his eyes. Furiosa, on the other hand, started in with her two cents, leaving the fallen angel laying down to pretend he slept through it. His every thought flitted back to Nux, to his blood, stark and red, to his mannerisms… He certainly was a human of a different color.
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AN: Man, I'm glad to finally get this story updated. It's been too long since I worked on it.