If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-12 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave henderson, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana and Dave / Dave, Cam, Wes, Matt (short narratives)
Where: Dave's apartment.
When: Sunday.
Warnings: Aftermath of violence, drug use, language.
Marijuana had picked Dave up off the floor where the mortal had been laying, huddled and crying and bleeding, laying him on the bed and running gentle fingers through bloody hair and loving the sight of Dave's blood staining his fingers. Murmuring reassurances to his second-in-command, Marijuana let power and smoke fill the mortal's mind, lessening the pain even if he couldn't do anything about the bruises or the broken nose or the gash on Dave's cheek. The gash was far too deep to heal properly without stitches and Marijuana eventually sterilized a needle, threading green thread through the hole easily and sighing lightly as he looked down at his mortal friend and ex-lover. Already, he had mostly forgotten that it was his fault Dave had been hurt and was focusing instead on helping Dave's pain and enjoying the pretty sight of bruises on Dave's pale skin. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to a purple bruise just under Dave's eye. "This is going to hurt, Davey-boy." He warned quietly before making sure his hand didn't shake as he stitched up the wound slowly, both hating the loving the quiet gasps of pain that came from his beautifully broken mortal.
Once he was done, he sighed yet again, kicked off his shoes and spread out on his side beside Dave, stroking a hand up and down his arm lightly, eyes fixed on the finger bruises on his second's neck. Even though he had caused them, they weren't his finger bruises and that thought made him purse his lips even as Dave turned empty eyes up toward his boss. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Marijuana leveled his second with a calm gaze. "It was for your own good. Dylan is dangerous."
Dave tried to pull himself up off the bed but failed miserably. "You fucking asshole!" He hissed out, glaring at his boss. "He- you- I don't care about getting hurt, you know it happens, I mean, I don't- in this job, I expect it but do you have any idea how much you've hurt him? He's probably- he'll probably never want to see me again!"
Marijuana sat up, still calm and shrugged. "That's the entire idea, Davey-boy."
"Don't call me that! You knew what you were doing, you set up the entire thing and you-" Dave just collapsed back on the bed, rubbing at his eyes before wincing as he remembered that one of them was surrounded by a black bruise. "Is it so wrong that I have someone else? Someone who doesn't use me or-"
Marijuana frowned lightly. "You know what I am. Who I am." Marijuana stood, already tired of this conversation. "If you don't want to be used any longer, you can always leave."
Dave did manage to sit himself up this time. "Marijuana, no, don't- I- sorry, I- please, no."
Marijuana smirked. "Get some rest Davey-boy. I expect you back to work by Wednesday, but you'll be on counter shifts for a bit, alright?"
Dave stared up at him, recognizing that Marijuana had just pulled yet another manipulative trick on him and just slumped back down on the bed. "Fine. Just- fine." Marijuana gave him a sweet smile that melted Dave's heart before bending down and pressing a sweet, brief, chaste kiss to the mortal's lips. Dave smiled dreamily and Marijuana ran a gentle hand through the young man's hair before he left quickly, Dave staring wistfully after him.
Cam had let Matt beat him at DDR and take lines off his stomach, although he had guided the boy's head back up when Matt started to nuzzle at his hipbone because he wasn't about to give Matt that sort of distraction. Wes could do that, later. But eventually, Matt was less shaky, less worried and able to stand up and tuck himself against Cam's side, pressed against him and tucking his head into the crook of the older man's neck as they walked the short distance between Matt's apartment and Dave's apartment. Cam trailed his fingers over the painted weed leaf on the door, frowning as he felt a passing sensation of something odd but that was shoved out of his mind as he opened the door. Matt stayed by his side as they made their way slowly through the living room, bypassing the bloodstain on the floor but the second they entered the bedroom, Matt finally left Cam's side to rush to Dave's, instantly sliding into bed with the older man and wrapping an arm around Dave's waist, careful not to press against any of the bruises. Clinging, Matt closed his eyes and buried his face against Dave's chest as Cam went to stand at the end of the bed, taking in the bruises, the broken nose, the stitched up gash, the lip, the eye...
Cam desperately wanted a line but he shoved that feeling deep down to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take Dave's hand as Matt sniffled against the second's chest. "You have anything against us sleeping here with you tonight, man?" Cam asked lightly and only his eyes betrayed his worry for Dave, for Matt, for Wes' violence and for himself. Dave was the glue who held the Highway together and even though Cam was trying, he couldn't hope to fill those shoes.
Dave just shook his head, smiled lightly and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to Matt's trembling lips. "Hey, hey, little Matty-boy, good boy, our boy." He whispered softly, stroking through light hair gently. "Don't you worry about me, now. I'll be good." Dave nipped harshly at Matt's lower lip, knowing the boy needed some sort of pain/affection. "What you can do to help me is stay happy, alright? Stay bubbly and hyper and beautiful and our good, sweet little boy, okay?" Matt needed to keep his disconnect from reality in place and as Matt forced a smile and nodded quickly, Dave and Cam's eyes met, silently communicating the need to watch out for their youngest member. Matt sat up, crossing his legs and Cam sank down to sit on Dave's other side, Cam holding Matt's hand over Dave's chest and Dave wrapping an arm around the boy's waist as the two older employees focused on the younger, if only to keep their minds off their own issues. Stroking over his skin, murmuring praise into his ears, by the time the hulking figure that was Wes slipped into the room silently, Matt was laughing and grinning even if a ghost of worry still haunted his eyes.
Wes' eyes flared with anger when he saw the state that Dave was in, even as Matt greeted him with a chirpy voice and Cam gave him a stern look. Dave propped himself up on his elbows and raised his eyebrows. "Come on, man, it's nothing that hasn't happened before." Wes' lips pursed and he cocked his head and Dave sighed. "Well, yeah, it felt different, like a betrayal, because-" Wes gave him a knowing look and Dave sighed. "Yeah. Because I thought he was different." Wes nodded curtly and Dave just slumped back against the pillows. "You're right." Wes smirked and just nodded again, thinking that of course he was right. He usually was, he just never vocalized any of his thoughts; instead he simply used the series of facial expressions, gestures and grunts that they all understood. Words were too important to waste on just anything.
Cam slid down to lay next to Dave, resting his head on his shoulder and pressing a hand over his heart. Matt's hand covered Cam's and Wes just gave the three of them a rare smile. "Dinner?" He asked in a gruff voice and was met with a nod from Cam and wrinkled noses from Dave and Matt. Giving both of them rather stern looks, he just shook his head and left. Half an hour later, he was back with steaming hot bowls of spaghetti, a large amount in his and Cam's, a smaller amount in Dave's and Matt's.
Dinner was a subdued affair, Wes glaring at both Dave and Matt until they emptied their bowls, Cam clearing away the dishes and leaving them in the kitchen for tomorrow as Dave started to yawn. Matt's eyelids began to droop and Cam nodded at Wes, the bodyguard giving them all a glance that they took to mean 'goodnight' before the hulking man left to curl up on the couch and wait for any sign of trouble.
"Going to be room for the both of you?" Dave asked in a sleepy, defeated sort of voice and Matt just nodded and made a needy sound, Dave wrapping his arm around him and holding him tight against his side. "Yeah, man." Cam said quietly as he pulled the covers over his two friends before curling up against Dave's side, wrapping an arm around his waist. Cam looked up into Dave's tired eyes and realized that one day, he would be in Dave's position. He would have to take all the responsibility, all the risks, deal with all the shit and Cam bit his lip before brushing a platonic kiss over Dave's lips. "Love you, Dave." He whispered quietly and Matt, already half asleep, echoed the older man quietly.
Dave smiled sadly and closed his eyes, falling asleep before he could answer.