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Title: Nothing to Do With It
Genre: mmm, fluffy-drama-angst-romance? HYRBID OF LUV
Pairings/Characters: GuyxLuke
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Words are for people who aren't horny enough to show their appreciation through sex.
Guy'd never actually said the words, "I love you." Never. Not once. There was no long, touching confession, no stammering, no stumbling over words, nothing of the sort. Guy didn't pull him aside, ask for a moment, say he wanted to talk. He hadn't gently touched his face, looked deeply into his eyes, held Luke close to him. Nothing like that had ever happened.
Yet, he and Guy are together. Happily, he might add. The girls just couldn't seem to understand it, but they're girls anyways, they probably wouldn't have. Girls needed those words, those confessions, those declarations of undying passion. Guys didn't.
Guy didn't. And neither did Luke. They simply happened one day, and then continued to happen the days after. It was almost like normal, save for the kissing and the touching and the sex. It was so normal, no one had even noticed it -although Jade probably knew, as he knew everything- until one day at breakfast Guy reached over, grabbed Luke's chin and kissed away a smudge of jam from the corner of his mouth, left by his biscuit. The girls had gaped at them then, which confused them until they remembered that they hadn't told anyone.
But what were they supposed to say?
"Are you two...together?" Anise had gasped out.
Guy and Luke exchanged befuddled glances before Guy answered with, "I...guess you could call it that." He resumed eating his toast.
"...when did this happen?" Natalia had followed up with.
Since Guy's mouth was full, he nudged Luke, who glared and shoved his shoulder, ignoring Guy's laughter. Normal. "It didn't really...I mean..." Luke chewed on the inside of his cheek, deliberating. "Do you mean...when did Guy start kissing me, because we've always been like this," and he demonstrated the context of the word 'this' by kicking Guy's chair, almost out from under him, because the blonde had been laughing at him.
"The...kissing," Tear nodded faintly. She appeared to be somewhat shell-shocked, which was no surprise. The only one who was unaware of her crush on Luke was Luke himself.
Guy looked away from her, guiltily.
"Well...I dunno." Luke shrugged, stuffing the rest of his biscuit into his mouth as this answer seemed to satisfy him.
Anise was not satisfied. "Whaddya mean, 'I dunno'?! How can you not know when your whole relationship changed?!" She seemed to be feeling rather gypped.
"Because nothing 'changed,'" Luke pointed out, irritated, and waved a spoon at her. "We still act the same. Just, now, there's some kissing and some sex mixed in."
All three girls shrieked and covered their faces. Guy pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Luke, that's not an appropriate topic of conversation."
"Don't yell at me, Anise is the one who asked."
"I'm not yelling. And you could at least show a little social decency."
"Don't tell me what to do, Guy," Luke had groused, and finally the girls understood. It wasn't any different; perhaps they'd always been in love, and never physically expressed it, or perhaps they weren't even in love at all. It was so difficult to tell with those two.
At least, it was for everyone besides the two parties involved.
They couldn't be blamed, after all. They didn't see those moments, when Guy and Luke would simply hold each other, foreheads touching, breathing together, being together. They didn't see the desperation between them, each seizing the other's face so roughly that hair was pulled, scratches on their cheeks from the other's nails, lips red and swollen after a nearly panicked, brutal kiss. As if were that moment to be their last, that they would go knowing. Sometimes the sex would end with bruises.
It could almost be considered unhealthy. That intense obsession, infatuation.
What was the word that was beyond 'need?' Luke didn't know, but whatever it was, it only scratched the surface of what he had with Guy. It was exciting, it was exhilirating, it was scary. Too scary. Sometimes, he would grow so frightened he would push Guy away; at those moments, sometimes Guy would push him away, too. But it only lasted seconds, because the lonliness, even if Guy was standing right there, would shake him and he'd grab and hold onto Guy even tighter than before. And Guy would hold him, and he'd know, when Guy's gloved fingers clenched his arms so tightly they hurt that he felt the same way, and it wasn't quite as scary as it had been before.
Love didn't even begin to explain it, not when the word had been cheapened the way it had. No, only a word that was never used, a word no one said in fear of tainting it. Luke couldn't say it, he wasn't sure what it was, but that was it.
Even here, lying in the afterglow, his ear to Guy's chest and his arm flung haphazardly over Guy's stomach, fingers idly brushing rhythmically over the older man's hipbone, a hand softly stroking his hair as the owner drifted off, Luke couldn't explain it. "Shit," he muttered, inadvertedly kissing Guy's skin.
Guy hummed in question.
Luke blinked furiously. What the hell was he crying for? He was the farthest thing from unhappy as he could ever imagine, right here, like this. "I don't know how to say it." He felt Guy nudge his head with his nose, and nuzzle him, resting his cheek so comfortably against Luke's forehead and he almost sobbed. Of course Guy understood. Guy's lips whispered something onto his brow, but he couldn't hear and it didn't matter, anyways. Guy only did it to touch him.
Their physical closeness increased over the next month, either in unconscious response to 'coming out' or the increasing danger they faced. When they camped, they would immediately settle against each other, even when their companions crowded around the fire, Luke would slip between Guy's legs, lean back against his chest, reach up and use his hand to turn Guy's face to kiss him. Guy would always suck Luke's bottom lip -which he knew he liked- and wrap his arms tightly around Luke's chest and stomach, or smooth his hair. They would contribute to the conversations, face their friends, but always touching, always touching.
It hurt Tear, Luke knew. Somehow, he could tell, and she wouldn't look at them, and he wished he could stop but sometimes Guy's smell was the only thing that kept him going these days. So instead, he would, every night, lean over her as she slept and whisper, "I'm sorry," before returning to Guy.
The Absoption Gate had been hell. He'd been with Tear, and the guilt and worry had been so great he and Tear had to stop when Luke heaved up his lunch against a wall while Tear quietly cried. He wanted so badly to hug her, tell her how sorry he was, but she didn't want to be held by him, told him it would only make things worse.
How wretched that made him feel.
When they'd stumbled into the same room, Luke had made a beeline for Guy, wound a hand into his hair, the other wrapped around his collar, and shoved him against the nearest solid structure he could find, their lips missing by almost an inch but it didn't matter, as apparently Guy had been just as terrified judging by the way his hands scrunched Luke's bunched-up jacket between his fingers. For just a moment, they couldn't hear Jade telling them that now was not the time for their hormones, because for once Jade did not understand.
This had nothing to do with hormones.
Breathing heavily, Guy dragged his hand down the side of Luke's face and neck before pulling away, apologizing to everyone for them both as Luke braced himself with his hands against the pillar, hanging his head as he struggled with the relief that Guy was all right.
Thank Yulia, he'd thought. Thank Lorelei. He would have stood there, shaking for eternity if Guy hadn't brushed his knuckles along his jaw and tugged on his collar.
Thank God.
Thank God.
Genre: mmm, fluffy-drama-angst-romance? HYRBID OF LUV
Pairings/Characters: GuyxLuke
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Words are for people who aren't horny enough to show their appreciation through sex.
Guy'd never actually said the words, "I love you." Never. Not once. There was no long, touching confession, no stammering, no stumbling over words, nothing of the sort. Guy didn't pull him aside, ask for a moment, say he wanted to talk. He hadn't gently touched his face, looked deeply into his eyes, held Luke close to him. Nothing like that had ever happened.
Yet, he and Guy are together. Happily, he might add. The girls just couldn't seem to understand it, but they're girls anyways, they probably wouldn't have. Girls needed those words, those confessions, those declarations of undying passion. Guys didn't.
Guy didn't. And neither did Luke. They simply happened one day, and then continued to happen the days after. It was almost like normal, save for the kissing and the touching and the sex. It was so normal, no one had even noticed it -although Jade probably knew, as he knew everything- until one day at breakfast Guy reached over, grabbed Luke's chin and kissed away a smudge of jam from the corner of his mouth, left by his biscuit. The girls had gaped at them then, which confused them until they remembered that they hadn't told anyone.
But what were they supposed to say?
"Are you two...together?" Anise had gasped out.
Guy and Luke exchanged befuddled glances before Guy answered with, "I...guess you could call it that." He resumed eating his toast.
"...when did this happen?" Natalia had followed up with.
Since Guy's mouth was full, he nudged Luke, who glared and shoved his shoulder, ignoring Guy's laughter. Normal. "It didn't really...I mean..." Luke chewed on the inside of his cheek, deliberating. "Do you mean...when did Guy start kissing me, because we've always been like this," and he demonstrated the context of the word 'this' by kicking Guy's chair, almost out from under him, because the blonde had been laughing at him.
"The...kissing," Tear nodded faintly. She appeared to be somewhat shell-shocked, which was no surprise. The only one who was unaware of her crush on Luke was Luke himself.
Guy looked away from her, guiltily.
"Well...I dunno." Luke shrugged, stuffing the rest of his biscuit into his mouth as this answer seemed to satisfy him.
Anise was not satisfied. "Whaddya mean, 'I dunno'?! How can you not know when your whole relationship changed?!" She seemed to be feeling rather gypped.
"Because nothing 'changed,'" Luke pointed out, irritated, and waved a spoon at her. "We still act the same. Just, now, there's some kissing and some sex mixed in."
All three girls shrieked and covered their faces. Guy pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Luke, that's not an appropriate topic of conversation."
"Don't yell at me, Anise is the one who asked."
"I'm not yelling. And you could at least show a little social decency."
"Don't tell me what to do, Guy," Luke had groused, and finally the girls understood. It wasn't any different; perhaps they'd always been in love, and never physically expressed it, or perhaps they weren't even in love at all. It was so difficult to tell with those two.
At least, it was for everyone besides the two parties involved.
They couldn't be blamed, after all. They didn't see those moments, when Guy and Luke would simply hold each other, foreheads touching, breathing together, being together. They didn't see the desperation between them, each seizing the other's face so roughly that hair was pulled, scratches on their cheeks from the other's nails, lips red and swollen after a nearly panicked, brutal kiss. As if were that moment to be their last, that they would go knowing. Sometimes the sex would end with bruises.
It could almost be considered unhealthy. That intense obsession, infatuation.
What was the word that was beyond 'need?' Luke didn't know, but whatever it was, it only scratched the surface of what he had with Guy. It was exciting, it was exhilirating, it was scary. Too scary. Sometimes, he would grow so frightened he would push Guy away; at those moments, sometimes Guy would push him away, too. But it only lasted seconds, because the lonliness, even if Guy was standing right there, would shake him and he'd grab and hold onto Guy even tighter than before. And Guy would hold him, and he'd know, when Guy's gloved fingers clenched his arms so tightly they hurt that he felt the same way, and it wasn't quite as scary as it had been before.
Love didn't even begin to explain it, not when the word had been cheapened the way it had. No, only a word that was never used, a word no one said in fear of tainting it. Luke couldn't say it, he wasn't sure what it was, but that was it.
Even here, lying in the afterglow, his ear to Guy's chest and his arm flung haphazardly over Guy's stomach, fingers idly brushing rhythmically over the older man's hipbone, a hand softly stroking his hair as the owner drifted off, Luke couldn't explain it. "Shit," he muttered, inadvertedly kissing Guy's skin.
Guy hummed in question.
Luke blinked furiously. What the hell was he crying for? He was the farthest thing from unhappy as he could ever imagine, right here, like this. "I don't know how to say it." He felt Guy nudge his head with his nose, and nuzzle him, resting his cheek so comfortably against Luke's forehead and he almost sobbed. Of course Guy understood. Guy's lips whispered something onto his brow, but he couldn't hear and it didn't matter, anyways. Guy only did it to touch him.
Their physical closeness increased over the next month, either in unconscious response to 'coming out' or the increasing danger they faced. When they camped, they would immediately settle against each other, even when their companions crowded around the fire, Luke would slip between Guy's legs, lean back against his chest, reach up and use his hand to turn Guy's face to kiss him. Guy would always suck Luke's bottom lip -which he knew he liked- and wrap his arms tightly around Luke's chest and stomach, or smooth his hair. They would contribute to the conversations, face their friends, but always touching, always touching.
It hurt Tear, Luke knew. Somehow, he could tell, and she wouldn't look at them, and he wished he could stop but sometimes Guy's smell was the only thing that kept him going these days. So instead, he would, every night, lean over her as she slept and whisper, "I'm sorry," before returning to Guy.
The Absoption Gate had been hell. He'd been with Tear, and the guilt and worry had been so great he and Tear had to stop when Luke heaved up his lunch against a wall while Tear quietly cried. He wanted so badly to hug her, tell her how sorry he was, but she didn't want to be held by him, told him it would only make things worse.
How wretched that made him feel.
When they'd stumbled into the same room, Luke had made a beeline for Guy, wound a hand into his hair, the other wrapped around his collar, and shoved him against the nearest solid structure he could find, their lips missing by almost an inch but it didn't matter, as apparently Guy had been just as terrified judging by the way his hands scrunched Luke's bunched-up jacket between his fingers. For just a moment, they couldn't hear Jade telling them that now was not the time for their hormones, because for once Jade did not understand.
This had nothing to do with hormones.
Breathing heavily, Guy dragged his hand down the side of Luke's face and neck before pulling away, apologizing to everyone for them both as Luke braced himself with his hands against the pillar, hanging his head as he struggled with the relief that Guy was all right.
Thank Yulia, he'd thought. Thank Lorelei. He would have stood there, shaking for eternity if Guy hadn't brushed his knuckles along his jaw and tugged on his collar.
Thank God.
Thank God.