fic: Rasher!
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r_vecchioTitle: The Weather Man
Fandom: Rasher
Rating: G
Ray groaned again and brought his other hand up to his face, covering his eyes, shielding them from the light. Whether kicking Asher in the thigh as he rolled over was deliberate or not was difficult to tell. He heaved a sigh when he got no response; propped himself up on an elbow and squinted down at the vampire sitting at his feet, leant forward, gaze through the glass window at his sister and a familiar.
“You ever get headaches?” Ray asked, pressing the heel of his palm above an eye socket, trying to reduce the steady thrumming that he’d been complaining about all night.
Asher’s gaze never wandered. “Only ones you give me.”
“Ha. Ha. This one’s really bad. It’s all over.” And sure, he’d been reminding Asher of it for the last few hours but it hadn’t been his usual I’M DYING routine, so it was pretty clear it was genuine. He closed his eyes, rubbing a thumb at his temple, and opened them again to Danica circling her new toy, reaching around him to play coyly with his collar. She sure went for the lookers. He glanced back at Asher, then out at Danica again. “Are you avoiding her?”
Asher clasped his hands between his knees. “No.”
Ray was about to take that at face value and drop back down to the seat until:
“She’s avoiding you though.”
“What?” Ray wondered if it was wrong to be impressed that Danica would even take the trouble to do that. And then he just felt offended. “Why? I haven’t done anything.”
“You stink.” Ray thought the added sniff was Asher being an ass. He missed the way Asher’s mouth pulled back in disgust the tiniest of bits, still watching his sister on the other side of the glass.
“What?!” Make that insulted. He sat up now, headache be damned, and raised his eyebrows. “I do not! I had a ba--shower earlier!” Despite himself, he started sniffing, his chest, under his arms, his hands. “I’m clean!” Even his voice squeaked.
“Of humanity. If she can’t kill you, it turns her stomach.”
“….oh.” Ray didn’t want to wonder what that meant for Asher. Arms behind him, he pulled himself into a sitting position, eyes still narrowed against the glare of the overhead lights. He lifted the back of his hand to smell subtly but still caught the way Asher practically rolled his eyes, even when not looking at him. Nosing up his arm, he didn’t detect anything distinctly ‘human’ about his smell. Maybe she just didn’t like his aftershave. After a moments thought, Ray shifted forward and sniffed Asher, got just close enough to smell his ear before the vampire was hunkering down into his shoulders and leaning away.
“What the fuck’re you doing?” He gave Ray an incredulous look. Who knew that was all it took to get his attention.
“Seeing if you smell like a vamp.” He smelled one last time, nose stuck in the air, then sat back, unconvinced. “I don’t detect nothing.”
“And you should know…”
“Still with the jokes, funny guy?”
“Not my best.” Asher’s eyes were travelling back through the glass.
Ray opened his mouth to agree but the sudden shooting pain through his head turned the words into another groan. “Fuck… I think I got a tumor or something.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh, little sympathy and concern too much to ask over here?” Ray waved a hand around his vicinity. “I’m in pain. Suffering.”
“Believe me, Vecchio, when you suffer, I suffer.”
And Ray really must have been off the ball today because he smiled first at that, surprised, until he took a closer look at Asher’s face and his own fell back down again. “You can’t kill me and I don’t turn your stomach,” he muttered, holding his head again.
Instead of replying, Asher gave him a sidelong glance. A few beats passed. “You should go out, get some daylight. The sunshine’ll help your head.”
“You kidding? It’s almost 11am, I’m about to go to bed.”
Ray was actually glad for the smirk, the fake sweet smile. Distracted Asher freaked him out. “You’re so hardcore, Ray.”
He held up a finger. “Hey, I am a rock star. I just…like my sleep nowadays.”
“Old age does that.”
“You should know,” Ray mimicked, swinging his legs down to the floor. A little bit of sunshine did sound good. He hadn’t seen daylight in a while. “You ever miss the sun?”
Asher stared, then tossed a thumb in the direction of away. “Go the fuck out.” Ray climbed wearily to his feet, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck. “Give me some peace and quiet.”
***
Ray thought the daylight would have taken more getting used to but as soon as he was outside, it felt good, right. Natural. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, soaked up the sun; wondered if it would be this easy for Asher as well, should he ever follow up on his word. I could be human.
Over half a millennium without seeing the light of day, literally. Without feeling the warmth, watching the play of shadows, gazing up at the bright endless sky. Ray didn’t understand it, could never understand it. But he tried to. He felt rejuvenated within seconds and shucked off his jacket, letting the sun catch him as much as possible. He probably looked like a crazy guy, stood in public like the Saviour, with people milling around, going about their everyday lives. For once, he didn’t care. Just loosened his shirt. Another minute went by and he took it off completely, stood there in vest and pants, skin heating up, features relaxing as he let out a long, drawn out breath.
***
His skin glowed - there was no other word for it - when he crept into the bedroom. He didn’t know why he ever bothered trying to be quiet when there was a guy in bed with twenty-thousand Mounties in each ear all with bat-like hearing.
Asher didn’t bother registering his presence. Usually, Ray’d go straight to his own bed but when he was outside, he’d realised something, as his skin had prickled with the warmth, as he’d felt himself come alive.
If Asher couldn’t come to the sun, then the sun would come to him.
He stripped down to his boxers and crawled under the covers, shifting over until he was close enough to nudge the arm Asher had laid over his eyes off his face. He put a hand, pulsing with natural energy, on his chest, tried to imagine the heat transferring from him to Asher. Spreading.
“It worked,” he whispered, moving his palm down to Asher’s stomach. “You were right.”
The arm went back over his eyes. “I usually am.”
The hand pressed at Asher’s side, over his ribs, like Ray was examining him, palpating him.
“I feel great now.” All because of the sun. That just made him question what Asher did, what he could do, to make himself feel better, the way Ray did right now.
“Good.” It sounded like Asher meant it. “Now stop being weird.” He didn’t move though, just let Ray’s hand move, touch.
When Ray felt safe enough in the knowledge that he wasn’t about to lose any vital digits or limbs, he pulled himself closer still, let the heat radiate off him. “It’s a beautiful day.” His voice never wavered, tone softened, worn, due to the hour. “Clear blue sky, sun shining, not a cloud in sight.”
“Great. Nicholas Cage has already got dibs on the Chicago weather man, you know.” Asher lifted his arm from his eyes, just briefly. “Sorry to disappoint.”
“That’s alright.” Distracted, he moved more, slow, dragging up a leg until he was leaning over Asher. “New York’s doing fine for the moment.” He leant down, twisting his neck to the side, chest hovering over chest. “You feel that?”
“Must be too small.”
Ray put his hand back to Asher’s side, dug his thumb in as a sign that humour wasn’t appreciated. He swore he could feel the heat, the light reflecting on Asher’s skin, wherever he touched. His palm tingled like magic.
He lowered his forehead to Asher’s arm, willed the soothed feeling to transfer too. Asher’s free hand lay lightly, high on his chest, and he lifted a finger, touched the tip of it to Ray’s.
“What do I smell of now?”
He practically enveloped Asher; tried to encourage his arm to move again so he could see him but to no avail.
“Asher…” He trailed off, question still hanging in the air.
The vampire was calm, sedate, head tipped back on the pillow, eyes closed but hidden. Ray let himself be soaked up, hoped he was rejuvenating Asher, warming him inside and out.
He hoped he smelled of sunshine.
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Date: 2009-05-30 02:09 pm (UTC)Ray opened his mouth to agree but the sudden shooting pain through his head turned the words into another groan. “Fuck… I think I got a tumor or something.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh, little sympathy and concern too much to ask over here?” Ray waved a hand around his vicinity. “I’m in pain. Suffering.”
“Believe me, Vecchio, when you suffer, I suffer.
Ailing Ray might just be my favorite Ray XD
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Date: 2009-05-30 03:53 pm (UTC)Heee! XD Good thing 'cause he's one of my favs to write! <3 I'd write ailing Asher during a human-for-a-week fic but I'm not sure how he'd react to a common cold XD Ray'd freak out if he so much as sniffled! And use the word "dying" far too much for anyone's comfort!
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Date: 2009-05-30 04:58 pm (UTC)We need to play out something with them eventually that doesn't involve Asher at a party he has no right being at... If it's human-for-a-week Asher, I demand it's backdated to when the swineflu was still SCARY XD
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