fic: Rasher
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r_vecchioTitle: Bucked and Ran
Fandom: Rasher
Words: 1789
Notes: Human!Asher. Inspired by this comment by
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souncanadianIt was a simple sneeze.
But it sent Asher off into a near hysterical frenzy – as hysterical as the guy got anyway – shooting off the sofa and taking the stairs two at a time up to Ray's bedroom. It was like Asher had been waiting for something to happen since he'd arrived; on edge, sensitive to everything, hyper-alert.
And the sneeze was apparently it. Ray thumbed the tip of his nose, the dust still irritating it and cocked his head to the side to listen to the footsteps above.
Was that the bathroom door?
With a defeated groan, he pushed himself up to follow, in case Asher was spewing all over his Ma's new carpet. Vampires were meant to be able to stomach people food and all they'd eaten was pizza. Asher's human palette must have been pickier than Ray had bargained for. All he'd wanted was a quiet night, just one where there would be no dramatics and no arguments; just him, Asher, a couch and maybe--
The bathroom door slammed shut and suddenly Ray was back ten years, dragging himself up the stairs, confused as hell, while Ange sat on the toilet seat crying over something he'd said. Somehow, he didn't envision Asher doing that. Thank God.
What he found baffled him just the same though.
Asher's sleeve rolled up, bent over the sink, needle in his other hand.
Ray gaped.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” Asher was a heroin addict?! “Does this look like a drug den to you?! Put it away!”
Asher cranked his head to the side, away from Ray, and held his breath. “Get the fuck away from me.” It was barely audible through a closed mouth and gritted teeth.
“Did you not hear me?” Ray stepped inside, hand automatically reaching back for cuffs that weren't hanging from a belt loop tonight. “I said put it away. Christ, I should arrest you right here.”
The tip of the needle pressed directly over a vein, pressure not yet hard enough to break skin. Asher was poised; Ray saw his thumb flex over the plunger in the reflection in the mirror. He also saw the blood.
Ray wasn't a genius but it didn't take one to work out what was happening. His hands came up like he was talking down a jumper, like he was trying to calm a guy with a loaded gun.
“Woah, woah, that's a little drastic, don't you think?”
“Get out.”
“Not until I see you put that down.”
Since time was of the essence and he knew Ray was stubborn, Asher only stalled for a second before removing the needle but keeping it firm within his grasp. He rushed to the bathroom window, shoving it open and sticking his head out, taking a breath of the clean air outside. A low growl of frustration escaped when he exhaled.
Panic temporarily over, Ray felt his heart pounding and put a hand to his chest as if to physically hold it inside.
“This is how you planned to do it? Just get up half way through the week, lock yourself in here like some druggie and turn back?”
Stubbornness filled Asher's voice. “No.”
“'Cause that's real nice, Asher,” Ray continued, barely listening. “That's one helluva great surprise. Just how I wanted this to go.”
“Go away.” Asher's grip on the vial hadn't let up one bit.
“You bring that just in case, huh?” Ray gestured at the blood, tone sharp and thick at the same time. “In case you got bored? In case you got sick of the sun?” In case you got sick of me was left unsaid but they both heard it.
Asher hadn't moved from the open window. “Something like that. Get out of the bathroom, Vecchio.”
Ray crossed his arms; it was his turn to be stubborn. “No. Not 'til you tell me what the fuck brought this on.”
“You interrogate everyone when they go to the bathroom?”
“Only the ones trying to inject themselves with, with shit when they do.”
“Ew.” It was monotone and sarcastic but at least Asher sounded less panicked by his window. “Ever heard of privacy?”
“Not in my house. Would you look at me when I'm talking to you?” God, he was turning into his Ma.
“No.”
“What the hell is the matter with you?!” Ray exploded, bathroom seeming smaller when it had an enraged Italian in it. “You can't just be fine one second and then ready to jump ship the next!”
Asher was getting impatient but there was nowhere for him to go, not without leaving the fresh air. “Yes I can.”
“No you can't!” Ray could feel his blood pressure building and took a few deep breaths. So much for no dramatics and arguing tonight. “Just tell me, Asher. Pretend you left the secrecy bullshit back with your fangs in New York, okay?”
It seemed silence was Asher's next line of defence.
“I will beat it outta you, Asher,” Ray warned, taking a step closer. “Don't think I won't. And I'm bettin' without all your Batman strength and sharp teeth it won't be real hard for me to do it.”
A beat of silence. “Feel free to try.”
“UGH!” Ray was a damn good bluffer but whenever he tried it on Asher, it always failed and it always annoyed him. Problem was, Ray could never tell when Asher was doing it, so when Asher took a breath, turned round to face him and lifted up the syringe, Ray didn't know if he should be backing away or not. “Oh, now you're gonna turn me? Fantastic timing, Ash.”
“Get out.” Asher's eyes said it all for him. Clear blazing blue, unlike anything Ray had seen in Kowalski's before. The lack of name correction unnerved Ray more though.
“If I do you're gonna turn yourself back and I'm gonna lose the rest of the week.”
“Sad story boohoo now get out.” He took a step forwards, forcing Ray back. Ray didn't notice Asher was holding his breath again.
“Just think about this. There's no reason to turn back now, okay?” Ray was in the door frame, palms still up. “Please don't do this now.”
Asher looked at him.
“There's no reason to--” Ray was caught off guard by another sneeze and his hands flew to his mouth to cover it.
“Fuck, yes there is!” Asher was a flurry of motion again, darting back to the window for a breath and then darting back to the sink.
“Damn pollen,” Ray griped, fishing out a handkerchief to wipe his nose. “Would you close the window?!” He made a move towards it just as Asher was about to pierce his skin but survival instinct took over and he ended up backed into a corner, arm over his mouth, yelling at Vecchio to get away.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” The question was punctuated with the slam of the window as Ray pulled it closed.
“You sneezed!”
Ray's arms stayed up on the window handle as he gave Asher an incredulous look. “Yeah, so?”
“You're gonna kill me!”
Ray was too busy trying to work out when the hell Asher had become a drama queen to pay the actual words much attention.
“Just get the fuck out so I can do this.” If Ray didn't take that last chance, then Asher would just have to put up with a spectator.
“You look ridiculous. Anyone would think you think you're gonna catch some--” The incredulous look heightened until Ray was staring at Asher in silence. “...You think you're gonna catch something.”
Asher's nose and mouth stayed covered. “Shut up.” Didn't Vecchio read the papers or watch the news?! Asher wasn't living through plagues and Great Fires and two World Wars only to be wiped out by flu from pigs.
“Jesus Christ, I have allergies, Asher.” Ray went to rub his face before he remembered about his hands. Warm water poured from the basin tap in seconds and he was scrubbing them clean. “I know you all think I make that up for fun but they do actually exist. Dust. Pollen.” He gestured pointedly at the window as he explained. “I got hayfever, you moron, not-- not swine flu.” Or whatever else Asher imagined himself dying from.
“I don't want to take my chances.” Asher was quick to bite back, though his gaze was flicking from the window and back to Ray as if he was considering it as a semi-plausible explanation.
Ray grabbed a fluffy white towel and dried his hands slowly. Looked down at the floor, then up at Asher. “You came here to me for a week. I'd say you already are. Look, if you get something or you're about to die, I'll shove the damn needle into you myself, you can count on that. But right now, you're fine, we're both fine, so save it, okay?”
***
“Y'know, next time I flip out and you call me a drama queen, I feel it's only right that I remind you about last night,” Ray mused, pulling back far enough to tug his sweater off. He dropped it over the back of the couch and leaned back down over Asher, giving him an amused half smirk.
Asher's gaze was hard but his hands stayed where they were, resting lightly on Ray's thighs. “Again: shut it.”
“Asher Talos freaking out. Boy, I wish I'd had a camcorder.” Ray pressed a quick kiss high on Asher's neck; like a petulant child Asher didn't respond.
“Sorry, sorry. It was just...well,” Ray did his best to suppress his amusement, “it was a sight to behold.”
“So unbehold it.”
“I mean, all I did was sneeze.”
Asher made a move to get up from under him.
“Sorry, sorry!” Ray laughed but cleared his throat quickly. “Really, I mean it. It's over, in the past.” It was lucky that kissing Asher hid his smile from view. It was schooled pretty fast when he let the kiss take over but he couldn't help wondering why, if Asher was so anxious about flu, he was still smoking. Surely that was more dangerous.
Ray pulled away, licking his lips, smoke seeming to cling to his tongue. “All done.” Finito.
Man, the smoke was kinda strong...
He coughed.
Asher bucked and ran.
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Date: 2009-07-07 04:29 am (UTC)fjdklskf;lsagjklskfljghk;sjf;las
I love them. omg. XD XD XD XD
oh ASHER. you closet DORK, you.
and I really should not find the whole OMG HEROIN ADDICT?! thing so hilarious, and yet I totally do. and the image of THIS --
He made a move towards it just as Asher was about to pierce his skin but survival instinct took over and he ended up backed into a corner, arm over his mouth, yelling at Vecchio to get away.
XD XD XD
my eyes are watering from laughing. HEARRRRRTS FOREVER OMG THE ENDING.
(also, I don't blame Ray for coughing after a smokey kiss. ugh, smoke. ;P)
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Date: 2009-07-07 04:37 am (UTC)Sorry about your eyes but yay for laughter! \o/
(Maybe he sprays GALLONS of mouth freshener in his own mouth before he kisses Asher to balance it out? I bet with Asher's heightened vamp taste buds that tastes just swell XD)
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Date: 2009-07-07 05:43 am (UTC)(..oh dear. XD maybe that would be a cause to STAY human, then..)
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Date: 2009-07-07 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-07 04:37 am (UTC)Also, Batman strenght. <333 X3
And...
“Not in my house. Would you look at me when I'm talking to you?” God, he was turning into his Ma.
LOL!!! <3<3<3
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Date: 2009-07-07 04:42 am (UTC)TOTALLY turning into his Ma! That's what he gets for living back at home when he's 40 XD
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Date: 2009-07-07 04:47 am (UTC)LMAO, I'm dying to see Ray wearing an apron. Like, so badly! XDDD
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Date: 2009-07-07 05:39 am (UTC)He's a MAN! He doesn't need an apron!! His Ma probably makes him wear one when cooking though... It's really old and reads "WORLD'S BEST MOMMY!" or something.
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Date: 2009-07-07 05:48 am (UTC)Something like this...
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Date: 2009-07-07 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-07 04:55 am (UTC)My boy is SO BRAVE <3 He'd make the worst sick person EVER. Probably worse than ailing Ray, which is saying a lot >_>
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Date: 2009-07-07 05:06 am (UTC)Homg, worse is unthinkable! Who'd win if Ray really did try to beat it out of Asher? XD
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Date: 2009-07-07 05:11 am (UTC)Asher has no problem with going for the family jewels first, so him. Sorry, Vecchio :T
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Date: 2009-07-07 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-07 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-07 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-07 03:10 pm (UTC)This was adorable! And hot.
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Date: 2009-07-07 08:11 pm (UTC)