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The Joys of Married Love	By : varenoea Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There are no more private visits to each other’s room. No more talking when they’re alone. They’re friendly, but everything is cold and distanced now. Toki has now started to bug Charles about please, please finding a new divorce lawyer. He just wishes everything could be as before. At least they could be friends then.

Then Skwisgaar calls in sick. Well, he doesn’t really, he just gives himself a one-week holiday from rehearsal and locks himself up in his room, saying he’s got a flu and doesn’t want anyone else to get infected. And nobody is to come and bring him food, or anything at all, definitely.

Toki finds it strange. Usually, none of them would give a damn who they infect with anything. And so he arms himself with a mouth-cover (to battle the bacteria off his oral and nasal cavities) and a pot of chicken soup from the kitchen and goes on a spy visit.

When he knocks on the door, there is only a faint answer from inside.
“Goes away!”

“Skwisgaar, it’s me! Toki! I broughts you something.”

“Some what thing?”

“Soup.”

“Yous sure? Soup?”

“Yah.”

“Notingk else?”

“No. Notingks.”

There are steps coming towards the door, slowly. Then the key turns, slowly, and the door opens a bit. All he can see is one bleary, red eye, chapped lips and a very hollow-looking cheekbone.

“If you havs opium wit’ you, just fucks off”, says Skwisgaar. “Dat stuff don’ts do nothingks for mes any more.”

Toki blinks in surprise and pushes himself into the room. The air is stale. It smells of sweat and too much breathing.

“Whats do you eat?” Toki asks. If possible, the white room looks even emptier than before.

“I gots food here. I don’ts eats much when I’m sick..” Skwisgaar takes the pot of soup, opens it, sniffs it and puts it down. His voice is hoarse. “I eats dat laters. Thanks.”

“Why does you wants to know if I have opium?”

“I don’ts wants dat shit around my room. Had enough of it latesly. It don’ts do notingks for me any mores. And it’s bad for my playingks. My fingers gets… sloppy.”

Toki finally manages to count two and two together. “You’re rehabbing yoursself?”

“What? No. I don’ts haves a problem. I’s just nots feeling well. Too much stress.”

Toki looks around the room, then at Skwisgaar’s unwashed hair and slouched shoulders, and the twitching in his left eye. He swallows. “Wow.”

“You gonna gets me some sweets? I don’ts care what sweets. Chocolate. I don’t cares”, says Skwisgaar.

Toki nods. “Don’ts go away!”

“Where should I go, dildoes”, murmurs Skwisgaar and curls up on his bed.

Toki is back as fast as he can, with two big bars of chocolate. Skwisgaar devours one of them, and then has his way with some of the soup. Toki watches him. Skwisgaar’s hands are shaking, his face is white as goat cheese and the sweat is dripping out of every pore. He must have had a little more opium lately than he would like to admit.

“Don’ts you tinks we should get the doctor to helps you?” Toki asks finally.

“I tolds you. Not necissry. I don’ts haves a problem, for fuck sake. I’ms just a little sick.” Skwisgaar stretches out on the bed. “I’m achingks all over. Must be one hells of a flus.”

The thing about Skwisgaar is, if he wants something, he will get it. If he wants to do something, he will, in some way, make it, no matter how hard it looks. Toki is confident that Skwisgaar is going to manage to detox himself. But seeing him do it nearly breaks his heart.

Skwisgaar sits up. “Uh.” That sounds surprised, and the next thing that comes out of his mouth is soup-with-chocolate. He just manages to lean over the rim of the bed and pukes it all on the floor. Toki kneels over him and holds his hair back.

“Yeah.” Skwisgaar spits. “Stomach flus. Virussies, Is guess.”

Toki holds him pressed against his chest and rocks him gently, and Skwisgaar doesn’t protest.

“You knows, so far I’ve always mades it to de toilet.”

“You come wit’ me”, says Toki. “’til your rooms is cleaned up.”

“Nots a good idea.” Skwisgaar sounds weak, and Toki wonders if he has managed to keep any food inside in the last two days. “I’ms gonna asks you for the shit. And you’re gets me some, because you can’ts watchs me beg.”

“No, I’m nots. I’m gonna be tough likes Charles.” That elicits a chuckle from Skwisgaar, and Toki feels much more hopeful again. “And you stinks. You needs a bath.”

“I just needs a bed.”

One-and-a-half hours and one bath later, Skwisgaar’s empty stomach decides to try and empty once more, just for good measure. Toki sits beside the toilet bowl and holds his hair again.

Skwisgaar sits back on his haunches. “Dis is too much. You can’ts keep doing dis. All I does now is puke and shits and sweats. You’s crazy. You don’t needs to do dis. I’m fine alone.”

“But you’res my man”, says Toki simply and hands him a glass of water. “I’m your husbands, so I haves to take care of you.”

Skwisgaar shakes his head.

“Marriaging is also abouts sticking together. Even when you pukes. You knows, dat’s all stuff I learned from my fathers. I tink he’d say de sames.”

“Dat’s de guy who gave you all dese scars on your back.”

Toki shrugs. “He just wanteds mes to be decent person, you knows.”

“Yeah.” Skwisgaar wheezes a hollow laugh. “He’s proud of you for sures. You’s a cashual drug user and binge drinkers, you don’ts haves a decent job, you fucks lots of women, you play Satan’s musics and you’re an atheist, and prolly latents homosecksuals.”

“Well, he likeds me anyways.”

“I’m sure he likeds you even better when you becomes a millionaire.” Skwisgaar feels like fighting, but then he gives up and tries to get back on his feet. Toki’s bed is so inviting, and it smells very comforting.

When he has made it back and curled up, Toki and the room are vanishing from his mind, and he finally gets a little sleep.
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