Wings to Fly, Eyes that Burn

It wasn't very hard for Riggs to sneak Marshall into the other medical ward. The guy working there was happy for the cigarette break and didn't really care one way or another. Riggs waited in the other room and told him he had fifteen minutes tops.

Remy had his eyes closed when Marshall walked in. He figured he was sleeping and was loath to wake him but he wasn't sure when he would get to see him again. He quietly dragged a stool over to the bedside and sat down. Remy didn't look as bad as he had been imagining but he sure didn't look good. His lip had fresh stitches holding the delicate skin together and his upper right eyelid was swollen and purple. Marshall remembered what Riggs had said about his ribs and briefly wondered how bad he looked down there. He decided against checking and instead slid his hand across Remy's upturned palm and loosely laced their fingers together.

Black eyes blinked open to squint blearily at him. His pupils were so dilated that the red irises were barely visible and were just slivers of half moons. Marshall gazed intently into their black depths, searching for something he wasn't sure of. Remy continued to just stare at him and then after a moment of hesitation his fingers tightened slightly in Marshall's grasp. "Dey gave Remy some strong drugs fer de pain. Didn' recognize y' fer a second. What're y' doin' here cher?"

Marshall felt his heart constrict at the nickname. Remy only ever talked like that to him during sex. He tried not to think too much about how unexpectedly good it felt to hear it now. "Scared the shit outta me. I came soon as I heard. Had to see for myself." He paused as his eyes swept over Remy's form again. "How're ya feelin'? They takin' good care of you down here?"

"Only de best drugs fer dis Cajun. Don' feel much of anyt'ing right now. M' ribs was hurtin' before, hard t' breath an' shit, but it's better now. Remy heal up pretty fast usually so don' plan on m' bein' down fer long." Remy tilted his head to the side catching his boy's face in a different light and narrowed his eyes. "What happened t' y' face? Y' get in a fight?" His voice dangerously quiet. "Who was it?"

Marshall put two fingers against the heated purple flesh under his left eye and felt the sensory memory of Cake's fist again. "Yeah I..." He smiled a bit at Remy's protective anger. "I won. I was all Zen and shit and I knocked him out." Marshall's voice was light and harelireliving the victory again. "I kicked ass."

Remy could hear the grin in Marshall's voice and was happy for him but wasn't going to get sidetracked. "Dat's very good boy. Now who de hell was da punk? Do I know 'im?"

"Yeah, it was Cake." Marshall stopped and thought for a second. "He knew about your attack. He said some shit like he knew about it."

"Little fuck probably set it up."

"Remy, was it those Humanity anti-mutant freaks?"

Remy hesitated. "Not directly. I t'ink de helped set it up. Someone had a deal wit someone. I'll get Maleto t' have a chat wit Cake. Maleto loves doin' dat kind of work an' he's good at it too."

Marshall knew what Remy meant. Maleto was fierce and brutal and defiantly not someone you would want to have as an enemy. Remy could be pretty brutal himself. You didn't make it to his position without having to be so. The guys who'd been stupidly tough enough to go up against him would have to have been certain they would be successful. As it was they weren't. And now Remy would have Maleto torture whoever he had too, to find out exactly all the who's involved. Then it would only be a matter of quick scuffles in the dark and a couple "accidents" before probproblem would be cleared out, completely.

"So y' kicked ass huh? Cake's a big guy. Y' did dat all on yer own?" Remy switched the conversation back just as Marshall's mind started picturing Maleto with Cake.

"Yeah. He got me a couple times, surprised me, but I knocked that bitch the fuck out." Marshall made a fist and twisted his wrist in a quick menacing motion. "I was the Zen master."

Remy laughed and then groaned as his ribs started to hurt. "Fuck. Don' make m' laugh."

Marshall immediately stopped smiling, his body tensely stiffening. He stood up and put his hand tentatively against Remy's heart. "Can I look? How bad is it?" He asked gently.

Remy's fingers snaked around Marshall's hand on him. "I was jus' kiddin' boy. It's covered up now. Dey got m' wrapped up like a mummy." Remy replied but he held Marshall's hand still when he tried to pull away. "I had a dream about y' cher. It was one of dem real dreams. The kind dat make y' forget yer in the joint. Y' an' me were havin' sex in a car durin' a snowstorm. It was a hot fuckin' dream. Made me pissed when I woke up an' y' weren't lyin' ina sweaty sexy pile next t' m'."

"I'd kiss you but you got them stitches in your lip." Marshall teased nervously. He wasn't sure why the word "cher" was having such an affect on him but for some reason it sounded different on his master's lips tonight. It sounded real not just sex talk.

"I got o'der parts dat could use some kissin'." Remy said with a leer his hand already starting to undo his pants.

Marshall was hungry for it and very careful about positioning himself delicately between Remy's outstretched legs. Riggs walked in on them in the middle and told them to hurry the fuck up. The other medic hung back in the shadows, watching them too as Remy came down Marshall's throat.

"It could be a while before I see y' again cher." Remy breathed the words into his ear so the other two couldn't hear. Marshall nodded and then turned his head, quickly placing a kiss against Remy's cheek.

"Hope it's not too long." Marshall whispered back.

Riggs led him out.


AN: sorry this took so long to post. life went and got busy all of a sudden. thanks for reviewing ash, i actually went back and tried to make his hair brown. :) it looked mad awful though. i've done a 3rd manipulation image thingie, same website and all. also thanks to charlotte's fb. girl i went looking for that track online, couldn't find it. You don't happen to know where i could download it do you?