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 Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 7:48 am
To Date, Or Not To Date... Deuce was feeling a great deal crummier than he had in the past few days. He couldn't stop coughing, his heart was constantly acting up, and he was in pain nearly 24/7. There were only two things that comforted him now. Those two things were his Angel... and Yue. He'd grown to love that boy. Ever since the incident in the bath where he'd admitted it to himself, he couldn't stop thinking of the black-haired beauty he'd hired. While his conscience told him to draw away... to remain cold and aloof... His heart pretty much gave his conscience the bird, and shoved it off a cliff. He just couldn't help noticing certain things about his lovely nursemaid. That look he got when he was worried... the way his hair moved as he walked... the soft look in his eyes when he spoke of things dear to him... Deuce loved it all. And he had decided by this rainy, drizzly, dreary day, that he was going to ask Yue out. But there was a problem with that. Yue was being kept too busy by Deuce's illness to really pay any attention to him in other ways. He'd have to see to it that the boy got a break. In his room. At some point.
"Yue!" he called, and then broke into coughing again. Damn! He'd never get anything across like that! "Yue!" he called again, voice cracking a bit.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 5:03 pm
Of course, since Deuce was feeling a great deal crummier than usual, Yue-Long was a great deal crabbier. It was depressing, really, and only two things kept him from going off - Deuce himself, of course, and his great sense of responsibility. No stressing the patients.
Suddenly, Yue wondered if real doctors ever felt the serious urge to go kick the wall, or shake something. It was so frustrating. He believed he was experiencing the chaos which usually targeted say, cancer researchers or... fifth grade elementary school teachers. He had been in the kitchen down the hall when Yue had called, and the string of coughing only darkened his mood. He's tried everything, every nasty and tasty and non-flavored concotions and potions and brews and pills and cures that he could think of and lay his hands on.
"What?" His words came a little too hasty, too viciously, and then his face softened. "Sorry, but did you want something, Deuce? I'd highly suggest writing it down," he gestured at the pad of paper and pen by Deuce's bed. "Rests the throat for a bit, you know."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 5:05 pm
Deuce rested his eyes on the angel in the doorway, and smiled. The light in his room had been left off to rest his eyes, and thus Yue seemed to radiate light as he stood there. His impatience was all the more cute to Deuce, and he picked up the pen and paper, starting to write. He was a good poet, and he knew where to put certain words to make a blush appear. After he was done, he handed the paper to Yue. It was.... rather tame for him, but still written well, and he hoped that the boy would get the hint. It read:
[Your eyes of crystal perfection greet me each morning as I wake. I am never without you, and this is how it should be. I feel confused, but my passion swells with every breath you take. I am starting to believe that I may indeed have fallen for you. You are as much an Angel as any with wings. Will you do me the honor of fulfilling my fantasies? Would you become the one I have waited for? Would you become my boyfriend? My lover?]
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 4:57 pm
Impatient, Yue flipped a hand through his hair as he waited for a reply from Deuce. He raisd one of his brows a notch as he received the paper, instead of some words from his friend. What's he playing at?
[Your eyes of crystal perfection greet me each morning as I wake. I am never without you, and this is how it should be. I feel confused, but my passion swells with every breath you take. I am starting to believe that I may indeed have fallen for you. You are as much an Angel as any with wings. Will you do me the honor of fulfilling my fantasies? Would you become the one I have waited for? Would you become my boyfriend? My lover?]
A furious blush blossomed into being, spreading over each cheek, faint beneath the tan of his skin, as he read each word of the short but expressive poem. He read it carefully a few times, and slowly, the blush faded away as the thoughts in his mind came together piece by piece. "I'm sorry that I lack a poetic tongue," he whispered as he carefully folded the paper into a small square and swooped down to place a gentle kiss, almost tentatively, on Deuce's mouth. "I would only imagine that you know the answer in your heart already." His eyes were open and they gazed deeply into the other youth's eyes, bold and without a trace of doubt.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 9:56 pm
Without a second thought, Deuce threw his arms around his new beau, and snuggled into him. He looked up into his now-lover's eyes, and smiled gently. The room was so quiet, one could probably hear a pin drop. Deuce's eyes sparkled with happiness. It was a perfect moment. His heart decided to ruin the moment by giving a hard lurch, and pretty much rendering the wheelchair-ridden youth unconscious. He slumped against Yue in the embrace, and closed his eyes as he went senseless.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 6:43 pm
And in return, Yue snuggled his face into Deuce's hair, and breathed deeply. The arms around him... it felt just right. A slow smile spread out on his face, and it was then he felt the strange lurch and all signs of joy vanished, fleeing his face in the blink of an eye.
"God," he began to curse softly and rapidly under his breathe.
Was he doomed to be the cause of Deuce's death... someday?
He took hold of Deuce's icy hand in one hand and then scooped up the younger boy to put him into bed. He decided to open the curtains, and let in some light and air. From the now open windows floated in bird songs and scents of flowers. He kept hold of Deuce's hand as he released his charge into the bed, and then felt for his pulse on his wrist. He's been working long enough that he has learned to not freak out in situations such as this, but being the sweet and gentle boy that he was, he could not help but to become by an anxiety that he could not ward his heart from.
"Come back to me," he whispered as he stood and bent over Deuce, kissing each of his eye lids softly. Butterfly kisses that left trails of memories behind...
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 7:01 pm
Deuce moaned, and opened first one eye, then the other as he started to come to. He gripped Yue's hand tightly, and pulled himself to a sitting position, leaning into his love's shoulder.
"I hate being sick..." he murmured, tears squeezing from his eyes. "I hate it!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 5:25 pm
"Shhh," Yue whispered as he gripped Deuce's hand tightly in return. He tilted his cheek against the top of the boy's head and let out a long breath, his green eyes half-closed as he gently patted Deuce's back.
Life could be so cruel at times.
His eyes were troubled when he looked at Deuce again and wiped his tears away gently with a long, slender finger. "Remember, control your temper." One delicate brow rose as if in question of Deuce's own memory of control as he tapped the smaller boy's chest gently in reminder. "You know, you've been slacking." Yue murmured as he stood to fetch a towel to wipe Deuce's face with. "The attacks have been more frequent... are you sure it's healthy to keep me around? It seems that I'm the main reason behind your attacks." His tone was serious as he spoke, wetting the towel and then twisting the soft material in his hand to wring out the water before sitting down besides the bed again, a frown on his face.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 12:28 pm
Deuce's eyes went wide as he heard the words come from his beloved's lips. HIS fault? Never. Never never. His arms went to curl around Yue's body, and his head buried even farther into the boy's chest. Tears squeezed from his eyes as he clung.
"Never say that... Never.... You're not the cause, and you never will be. Having you here is... keeping me sane."
He clung even tighter. He didn't want Yue to leave. He also didn't want Yue angry at him. Reluctantly, he pulled away, and sat still, looking suddenly at the wall.
"If you... want to check me, you can. I won't stop you."
His voice was trembling - on the edge of tears again. It was probably just the illness, but then again... Yue had started to break away Deuce's shell, reaching that soft and tender sweetheart inside that only one other person had seen. And he was dead.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 7:07 pm
And so for a brief moment, Yue-Long closed his eyes and breathed deeply it. For a moment, he held it and listened to the beat of his own heart.
Thump thump.
It was so strong. How he wished that this was the sound which echoed in Deuce's chest! He felt Deuce's tears slowly sink into his shirt, and breathed out. As the smaller youth pulled away, Yue-Long let him go reluctantly. All of a sudden, it became so very cold in this room.
The tremble in his beloved voice bothered him. The slight tremor - he hated the times when there was nothing he could do to make everything better. He took Deuce's hand and gripped it tightly, and smiled with a fierceness that he had never felt before. No, he was going to keep Deuce well if that was the last thing he does.
"Don't cry, this should be a happy day, should it not?" He said softly, bending over slightly to kiss Deuce lightly on the forehead. "You want to go out today? It's nice and sunny, and there's not much of a breeze around."
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