[CLOSED] we die young.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"I ain't going no where, pickle head.." He grumbled, too tired to get up and actually walk away. A sleepy Mat was like a drunk Mat. He lost the ability to walk and function. He would sooner end up on his face than anywhere close to his destination.

"Nothing.. Cuddling is fine." He mumbled, closing his eyes. "I'd marry you any day.." He whispered, pulling one of Dylan's legs between his, laying his head on his arm.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan smiled. "I would marry you, too..." He whispered under his breath. Yawning softly, he curled up close. A sleepless, drunken night previously left him exhausted. Soon his breaths deepened further with his sleep, body relaxing. He didn't sleep peacefully like he once had though.

No, this sleep was riddled with dreams of the past, the good and the bad. They left him a tossing and turning mess. He never stayed still in his sleep anymore. Never got away without tears.

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

Mat didn't sleep well, or painlessly. 'When he needs you, you go. No questions asked. You can't touch anyone, besides Dylan. And when his boyfriend dies, you die too. You're only here for him, so he can take care of the dying boy.'

Mat felt like he was being set on fire all over again when Death wandered into his body, getting situated.

'You're about as bad as Deacon. Only he's always trying to kill himself. Falling for someone who doesn't want you. You should just go swim out into the ocean. Who would miss you?' The rhaspy voice taunted, and Mat forced himself awake, sitting up. He rubbed at his eyes, and the tears started to fall all over again. He laid back down, not noticing just how far away from Dylan he had gotten.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan whimpered in his sleep, curling up by himself. Hands tried to fist in the sand but it only shifted through his fingers. He jerked awake, scrambling, and sobbed faintly under his breath.

Then realization struck and he glanced around with growing disappointment until he found Mat. "Mat..?" He mumbled softly. Was he crying again..? He sat up, crawling over to him slowly. "Hey..."

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"My stomach hurts.." He mumbled, hugging his arms tighter around himself. But Death laughed at him in his head, still taunting him. 'He doesn't love you. He loves that other boy. You died and he found better. That's all it took. You blew the fuck up and he found someone else. That's sure love, isn't it, Maty Cakes?'

He curled up in the sand, trying to stop the tears. 'He's gotta go home today. He's going to leave and never come back. He never wanted to marry you.'

"I just don't feel good.." He whispered, his hands finding their way into his hair.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan hugged him tight. "Shh baby, shh.." He murmured softly, kissing the top of his head. He rubbed his stomach tenderly. "You're okay now..I'm right her Mat." He kissed his shoulder, hugging him close, and curled up in the sand.

He sighed shakily. "I'm sorry, love. I'm so sorry..."

[mathieu 'mat' darren blank]

"Y-yeah.." He mumbled, moving closer hesitantly. What if that voice was right? What if Dylan really didn't want to marry him, ever? What if he didn't love him, despite what he said?

'He doesn't. Why even bother doubting what I say?' The voice asked, and Mat finally stopped crying. If he said he was right, he was right. ...Right?

"Just a stomach ache.." He mumbled, closing his eyes. They slowly changed between black and green, and he played with the end of his tie. "Just a.. s'okay.."

[dylan flambyte parker]

He had stopped crying so suddenly... Dylan kissed his forehead tenderly. "You sure that's all?" He rubbed his back soothingly like her always used to, wished things hadn't changed so much. Stomach ache. He thought back on the second night of that tour, frowning faintly.

Scooting down, he kissed his stomach. But he sure as hell didn't feel fucking magical. "It's okay.." He mumbled, hesitating before kissing him gently on the lips.

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Mat felt him kiss his stomach above his shirt, and looked down at him, his stomach turning over. 'He does it for that boy, too. You're nothing special anymore, Maty Cakes.' That voice taunted, and his eyes turned dark, then green again. He felt Dylan's lips on his, and kissed him back. He reached up and touched his cheek gently, wanting to cry. But he didn't. He wasn't sure he had any more tears left.

"You need to get home.." He mumbled, looking up at him. He fished in his pocket, finding the house key. He handed it back to Dylan, the action seeming so final somehow. His chest felt hollow, and he slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes.

[dylan flambyte parker]

"No I don't.." Dylan mumbled drunkenly, the kiss feeling like a drug in itself. He frowned, jaw trembling as the key was handed over. "Keep it, please.." He rasped, indifference cracking. He swallowed.

"I don't want you to go, Mat.. I just got you back..." He touched his cheek tenderly. What was he doing? He couldn't have them both. Hell, he didn't deserve either of them. How long had he tried filling the void Mat had left? So confused....