Wings to Fly, Eyes that Burn

Remy followed him. Marshall was moving quickly and he had to move fast to catch up with him. When he was close enough he snaked out an arm, grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him against the nearest wall. Marshall's head banged back painfully and he felt the air knocked out of his lungs as Remy barreled into him. This was a familiar feeling and he started working on autopilot, arms swinging in all directions. He got one good clean shot to Remy's face before the other man had him pinned against the wall.

"Y're t' easy boy. Y' c'nt fight for shit." Remy stared down at him, nearly a head taller then him, intimidating without even trying. There was a tiny trail of blood splitting his lips where Marshall's fist had connected.

Remy kept one arm pinned across Marshall's chest and the other extended to clutch his chin. He tilted his face upward and turned it side-to-side, eyes cold and inspecting. Angry blue eyes glared back at him but didn't try to pull out of his grasp, Marshall knew better. The Cajun traced his boy's tears across his cheek with the flat side of his thumb.

"Y hold y'r guilt like a sickness." Remy's voice didn't match his eyes or his movements. It was roughened and full of compassion. "It starts right here." His fingers pressed into Hailie's smiling face, Marshall flinched at the touch. "An' it spreads." The arm he had pinned across Marshall's chest relaxed and the fingers spread out. "It takes a hold o' y'r heart an' twists it." His fingertips curled slightly and he dug his nails in just enough to be felt through the shirt. "It eats away at y'. Taking y' piece-by-piece. Y' want me t' punish y' but I'm not goin' t' do dat. Y' doin' a fine job on y' own."

Marshall could feel the sob in his throat wanting to hitch out in a loud undeniable way. He reached up quickly and pulled Remy's face down towards him, savagely attacking his mouth, effectively silencing him. He sucked the Cajun's tongue fiercely into his mouth and wrapped his other arm around a slim waist, bringing their bodies closer together. He didn't want to think anymore and he was tired of hurting all the time. He could fell the tears squeezing out of his tightly shut eyes but he couldn't seem to stop them.

Remy grabbed him by the arm and steered them both in sto storage closet. He leaned Marshall up against the door and held his wet trembling face in his hands. "Marsh-." He began but didn't get much else out before Marshall was pulling his hands off him and kissing him again.

The kiss was fast and desperate. Salt and blood slick and wet in both their mouths, the taste of pain and anger so sweetly familiar.

Marshall dropped to his knees obediently and sucked Remy off. Remy grabbed the back of his head and held his face against him as he came down his throat. Marshall only choked a little bit. "Good boy." Remy murmured, fingers raking through short-cropped hair as he leaned back against the wall. "So good." He brushed fingers across Marshall's wet lips and let him suck on his thumb while Marshall jerked himself off.

After a moment Marshall came, panting quietly to himself. Remy pulled him to his feet and tucked his dick back into his pants. "Dat wasn't very nice o' m' t' leave y' t' do dat y'self. Remy promise t' make it up t' y' ano'der time." He paused and then said; "I'm sorry about y' daughter. Dat's some hard shit t' have t' deal wit." He curled his fingers around Marshall's chin, forcing the other man to look into his eyes as he spoke. "Y' pissed m' off real bad 'dough when y' tol' me dat shit an' den sit der an' act like a kicked puppy, waitin' fer m' t' be judge an' jury. Remy don' work dat way. Mutant, o' human lookin' we all da same on da inside, we make mistakes. Y' c'nt forgive y'self fer what y' did an der ain't not'ing I c'n do or say one way or de o'der dat is goin' t' change dat." He took a deep steadying breath and then said; "I lost m' temper wit y'" His hand fingered his bloodied lip and a smirk played at his lips. "Y' don't take m' shit 'dough, an' dat's good to see. Y' still c'nt fight worth shit 'dough, was a lucky shot." His smirk turned into a real smile at the small grin that curled at Marshall's lips.

Marshall took the apology for what it was and let the other man kiss him. Remy's words echoed in his head; "You can't forgive yourself. You hold your guilt like a sickness." The words burned and hurt more then the physical blows Remy had thrown at him and that only made it worse because he knew it was because they were true.


*AN: not a very smushy kiss and make up chapter, but no worries, some smush is on the way :) thanks for the feedback karen & benzoyl... it really makes me work more, knowing someone's interested :)