for plaguedrat - continued [possibly nsfw]

[silenttrainbaby]

[from here]

They are both whole, they are both young, and alive. And a tear may fall-just one- for Gilliam who isn't here, Grey can run his hands down Rat's front, the body much like his own.

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[silenttrainbaby]

Grey utters the most quiet whine as he feels it, as he feel their connection just before it got too painful. Rat had been right, too, about the small packets making it smoother. He pets over Rat's back, along the knobs of his spine, the burns, touching, grounding, being.

[plaguedrat]

For a moment, Rat is still. Shakily, he props up on his elbows and looks at Grey, asking wordlessly if he's all right, if it was good.

[silenttrainbaby]

He does push at Rat's shoulders, only because it is starting to hurt a little, but even as Rat moves, he moves, too, lying on his side, arm looping around Rat's waist. Kisses now, gentler, the sharp need sated. Kisses.

[plaguedrat]

Rat is careful, arranging himself next to Grey and tracing fingertips lightly down his side. All he wants is to indulge in these kisses, to forget that there is a world beyond this grove. Right now, there's no need to be.

[silenttrainbaby]

There might be the sound of a stomach growling a few minutes later, followed by Grey's rueful smile. He's always hungry, but in this moment he seems to be starving and they are out of popcorn.

[plaguedrat]

Rat laughs, honest to God laughs. Their world has boiled down to their simplest needs, nothing more weighty than food and human contact. It's simple, wonderful even.

[silenttrainbaby]

It is. And it can be solved. IT isn't like the train in that way. Grey has found that people here throw away a lot of perfectly good food, food that tastes better than anything he would have had on the train. Another kiss and Grey rises to his feet to pad to the water and rinse himself clean.

[plaguedrat]

He follows Grey into the water, touching his back and shoulders, physically affectionate in a way he hasn't been with many others. There's no hurry now. No urgency but what they decide.

[silenttrainbaby]

Grey might splash Rat with water before sprinting back to his clothes with a silent laugh, eyes bright.

[plaguedrat]

"Hey!" He puts on an angry voice but it fades quickly as he hurries from the water, chasing him again.

[silenttrainbaby]

Snagging his clothes, Grey runs; his laughter would be trailing behind if it were audible. But even as he runs, he pulls his jacket on. He can't quite manage his pants, though.

[plaguedrat]

Rat grabs his clothes, scooping them up into his arms and chasing after Grey. He's laughing, hurrying along the grass, unsure if he wants to hurry him to food or to just pounce him to the ground.

[silenttrainbaby]

Eventually Grey has to slow to try to step into his pants and it's due to his agility that he doesn't fall, tying the belt around his waist, knife sheath empty for the moment, but least his pants won't fall down.

He circles a tree and faces Rat, grinning.

[plaguedrat]

He's not quite as fast as Grey, but he's similarly agile as he hurries into his pants. Rat takes on a ready stance, even as he pulls his shirt on, ready for Grey's next move.

[silenttrainbaby]

Just as he's about to make any move, they can hear someone jogging just a bit away from where they are, along a path that runs close to the pond, but not next to it.

He goes still by habit, his finger to his lips as he looks at Rat. Shhhhhhh.

[plaguedrat]

Rat goes similarly tense, his knife practically leaping into his fingers. His first assumption, always, is that others are enemies at best and he'll need to defend himself.

[silenttrainbaby]

They are only joggers, though, talking about babysitters. SO foreign as to almost be a different language. Grey keeps his eyes on Rat, shaking his head. No knives, no violence. Just let them pass by.

[plaguedrat]

People who live in ease and safety, likely complacent about the things they are given. They have no idea what it is to struggle, he thinks.

There's no gain in attacking them, but he still regards them with contempt and suspicion.

[silenttrainbaby]

There's no gain in wasting that emotion. Grey learned well how to use time and energy effectively. When the joggers are past, he comes from where he was and touches Rat's cheek. Don't let anything spoil this time they have.

[plaguedrat]

His whole life, hatred of No. 6 has been the fuel that keeps Rat going. Every drop of blood they'd taken became yet more, pushing him where nothing else could.

Somehow, Grey penetrates that haze with a single touch, calling him back to them and their moment.

[silenttrainbaby]

It was Gilliam who kept things from getting too dark, from teaching Grey about characters like Beowulf, elaborate stories of heroes.

He kisses Rat then. There. Isn't that better?

[plaguedrat]

And he had grown up on Hamlet and MacBeth, the Divine Comedy, where justice came surely and bloodily.

Rat knows the kiss is a distraction and he lets it work, relaxing incrementally for Grey.

[silenttrainbaby]

There. That's better.

Now, they can go find food, perhaps something that's even still warm. He takes Rat's hand and urges him back toward the city on the other side of the park.

[plaguedrat]

Rat walks alongside Grey, quietly bumping their hips together, offering little, unspoken moments.

[silenttrainbaby]

The best places to look are behind the restaurants, of course, and that's where Grey leads Rat. There's even a door propped open to one restaurant. It smells good.