literature

For Cry

Deviation Actions

tirsden's avatar
By
Published:
23.2K Views

Literature Text

[ This is written for Cry aka ChaoticMonki on Youtube, by his request during a multiplayer livestream of hilarious win. I said in chat that I was forgoing writing yaoifics to watch the stream and the rest is history. I could not stop at one... so there are two fics, one that is a bit cliché and has Cry as the uke (aka the submissive one) and then my personal favorite, one in which he is the seme (the dominant one). Russel can be found over thisaway and, like the true gentleman he is, provided the necessary other half for a right good pairing. I hope the following entertains or at least amuses. All typos, destruction of grammar, plot inconsistencies, etc., are entirely my fault. Use only as directed. Member FDIC. ]



Story The First: Hangover Cure


Cry woke to the smell of alcohol, both lingering on warm breath at his ear as well as growing stale on air brightening with morning light. The twenty-two-year-old with short blonde hair and big blue eyes could feel his boyfriend snuggled up behind him, breathing peacefully. That boyfriend's name was Russel, and well, Cry's name wasn't actually Cry. It was Russel's nickname for him, because the younger of the two did cry a lot. Cry's real name was Ryan, but in truth... he liked the nickname too.

Carefully extracting himself from sleeping arms, Cry smiled down at the taller man with long black hair. One of them was immune to hangovers. Russel was not that one. I better get him a nice breakfast going. Yes, anything to help cheer up a loved one who would most likely be very grumpy on waking. But first, a shower! And trying not to blush thinking of Russel joining him. An un-grumpy Russel. Maybe later.

The scent of pancakes filled the air when there was finally a sleepy groan from the hall leading back to the bedroom. "Food? You think food is a brilliant idea right now?"

Cry looked over with a pout; so much for cheering up mister crabby. "It's your favorite, pancakes."

"No, it's your favorite." Russel slouched his tall frame over to the kitchen table and collapsed into a chair, forehead finding cool table surface a moment later... a little too hard. "Ow."

"Aww!" Cry dashed over to place a soft kiss on dark locks that could use a wash- aaand dirty thoughts were back again. No blushing, dammit. "Better?"

"No," came the gruff answer where head did not rise.

More pouting, but back to the pancakes before they burned. Maybe some cheerful banter would brighten mister sourpuss's day. "You know, they're having a sale at the glasses shop today, I saw an ad for it. We could get you some new ones..." Cry giggled and added, "...something Elton John?"

The answer was flat, unamused. "Hilarious." Russel blew air out his lips, raised his head enough to hide it in hands instead. Too much damn light. "...Where are my damned glasses, anyways?"

"Ummmm..." Cry had to think, last night still a bit of a blur. "On the coffee table, I think. Y'know, where we started... on the couch." Yes, he was definitely blushing now. The couch, the floor, then the wall, finally the bedroom... he could remember enough to list the locations in order.

Russel smirked, dropping his hands finally and catching the blush on his boyfriend's cheeks. "Oh yeah." That blush looked like it was getting worse, added to the impression that Cry looked younger than he really was. Russel faked a glare, though he could probably summon a real one with the motivation of pounding head and nausea to back it up. "You don't like my glasses?"

"N-no, I love your glasses!" Very much, actually. They had small lenses, sort of sexy teacher glasses, if one wanted to put it that way. Thin black frames. Very chic. "I just thought, since you said they weren't working so well anymore..."

Russel watched Cry turn away, could tell the younger was only pretending that the pancakes needed as much care as they were getting. The taller man rose, crept up behind his lover and embraced him gently from behind, kissed blonde locks fondly. "We can go to the mall after I stop feeling like I'm gonna hurl. I should take a shower..."

Cry could feel the heat of his own bright-red cheeks. He really did fail every attempt not to blush, but then doing so right now was unavoidable. His shy smile could be heard in the very quiet answer. "Okay."

Russel grinned, not moving towards that shower concept just yet. "Wanna join me?"

Cry's heart skipped a beat and he was fairly sure his whole face was going to spontaneously combust. "B-but, the pancakes!"

Long fingers clicked the burner dial off. "They'll live."

Cry let himself be led by the hand out of the kitchen, although one last concern found the air. "I thought you said you feel like-"

"I'll live."





Story The Second: Misunderstanding


Alley. Dead end. Russel glared from where he could move no further back, damp wall of cold brick rough against beige silk shirt and he would melt into that unforgiving surface if he could. Vision was blurry due to having lost his glasses in the chase. Long black hair was tangled now, not nice and neat like earlier, but then nothing was nice and neat anymore. The guy who stood in shadow facing him surely weighed less, was definitely shorter, potential disadvantages in a fair fight. Someone who didn't know better would peg that shadowy figure in his late teens, but he was actually twenty-two. The problem was neither age nor stature. It was the gun, silver edge on black casing catching a little of the alleyway's dim light.

The one in shadow spoke first, smirk evident in his tone. "I told you, Russel. I told you there was only going to be one end to this. I can find anyone, anywhere."

"I didn't do it, Cry." Russel gulped, wondering just how long he had before the infamous assassin's bullet silenced him forever. "I was set up, I swear!" He tried to let the truth of it show in his words, in the eyes that could still see way too much even for their disadvantage. A bad feeling told him he looked just as guilty as if he had done it. Any idiot could plead for his life.

Cry's tone was flat, no belief there for the words. "Pot was everything to me. He loved me. And by Jesus, I loved him back. You took that all away from me."

"I didn't!" Russel gave up on worrying about sounding like he might be lying out his ass. There was only one story, and he only knew his part in it. If he was going to die, then he would go down telling the truth and telling it fast. "I was jealous, yes, I admit it. I sucked it up, though. I knew the two of you had something special, I wasn't going to mess with that. There's only one other person who knew... I should never have told her. I think she did all this, Cry, and it's probably bigger than just... just me wishing for things that aren't gonna happen."

Cry blinked, then narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, light illuminating short blonde hair and dark brown trench coat. Thick leather boots stepped closer to prey, gun still trained squarely on Russel's chest. The weapon came to a halt only because it met that chest, the two men in very close proximity now. "She?"

Another gulp as Russel wondered if he dared let hope flare even a tiny bit. "M-Meredith. She uh... she likes me. I found this out after I told her about... you." Maybe the terrible lighting wouldn't show the blush that threatened now. Maybe.

Eyebrow raised over one blue eye. "Me?"

Russel's own dark eyes dropped their gaze, not from fear but from finally admitting something he had wanted to say under so much better circumstances. Like, not deadly. "Yeah, you're the one I can't get off my mind. Not Pot. He was cool, a real sweetheart. I respected him. He deserved you. And Meredith, well... she got pissed. Told me I was an idiot for waiting on somebody who was punch drunk in love. She said I'd regret it... regret turning her down."

Cry kept his own eyes locked on ones that stayed downcast. "So... you tell Meredith you like me, she likes you, she has Pot killed and sets you up to get revenge? Tell me if I'm not following."

"No... you've got it right." Although Russel's tiny glimmer of hope did try very valiantly to flare, continuing dread told him that Cry didn't actually believe it. The tone in the blonde's words wasn't giving any real helpful clue, especially while paranoia said I am going to die now.

Instead, Russel was caught by surprise as Cry's other hand was suddenly behind the taller man's neck, and before Russel knew it, lips were pressed against his. The kiss sought more, Russel opening his mouth to it, melting into it even for all the confusion of the moment. If this was the way death would arrive, then so be it. It could be a lot worse. He just hoped there wouldn't be much pain.

There wasn't any pain. Just Cry stepping back again after a long moment. The gun was pointed at the ground now, thoughtful look on the blonde's face. He wasn't looking at Russel, focus on a place that wasn't the brick walls around him as he finally spoke. "I believe you." Then there was another word, though in an entirely different tone, a curse hissed quickly as a series of soft clicks could be heard above.

Gunfire, bullets everywhere. Russel hid his head with his arms, unable to do little more than cower beside the wall. They were sitting ducks, and it was impossible to tell how many people were up on the roofs. How had the gunmen arrived so quickly after a random path taken by hunted and hunter? The shooting would have to stop before anyone could ask. Shots much closer said Cry was still alive, shouts of pain above saying much for accuracy and eyesight unhindered by lack of glasses.

Cry grunted as pain tore through his shoulder, nerves of steel keeping the gun steady regardless. Another bullet nicked his cheek, but for the cost of flesh and blood he was taking the lives of others. One, two already dead. Now three. Must be Meredith's men, he could check the one falling to uncaring pavement once all the enemies were dead or dying. Four. Terrible shots, to be losing this battle. Terrible luck, for picking so skilled a target. Five, and all was silent now, save for a dog barking in the distance.

Blue eyes looked over to the wall. Russel was there, curled up against it, head hidden behind a tangle of arms and long dark hair. Cry stepped closer, the last few paces becoming a rush as he knelt beside the man who should have at the very least stayed a good friend. "Russ?"

Russel looked up at blue eyes as he found himself in the arms he'd wanted for so long. He smiled, tried hard to find the energy for a few words as vision blurred beyond normal limits. "I... I didn't do it."

There was blood on the wall, blood on Russel's clothes, so much blood. Cry could see the life fading from dark eyes even as he replied, "I know." Sirens in the distance now. Cops. Meredith had set up more than one murder after all, maybe thought to send this murderer to jail. There were now five more dead men, but not the one she intended, not just yet. Could Cry plead self defense? Not when he was already number four on the FBI's most-wanted list. Tonight might give him slot number three.

Russel's fuzzy thoughts mirrored some from the mind of the man he loved even if he didn't realize it. He gasped a few more words as he felt hands trying to find wounds, make the bleeding stop from too many holes at once. "Run, Cry. I... I'm gone. Done. I... please... live... for me."

Cry bit his lip, wanted to deny the whole thing and undo it all and go back even a few minutes. Time continued heartlessly forward, and he bent to give one more soft kiss to lips that should have received so many more. Then it was time to run, because Russel was dead, and the cops were close, and there would be one more murder this night.

And I will live, Russ. For you.
Yeeeup. It is what it is. Yaoifics. Starring Cry. ...................:squee:

Edit: Listen to Cry and Russ read the first one! :worship: [link]

Credit goes to "Ez3quil" for claiming immunity to hangovers, an irresistible plot bunny.

Cry is: [link]
Russel is: [link]
Pot is: [link]

I am... totally having pancakes now. :giggle:


Older edit: Got Russ properly credited (finally lol sigh) and... BEST. HALLOWEEN. EVER. Cry and Russ read part of the first story via livestream. :love:
© 2011 - 2024 tirsden
Comments114
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
CookiesnCreamFelix's avatar
the second was so tragic.. but I loved it!!