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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Three hours later Skwisgaar is back in his own room. Toki has a very clear idea what he is to do. Skwisgaar has given him the key and asked Toki to lock him up, not come visit him, nor let anybody else near him. He has disabled any communication devices to the Klokateers in his room, except for his dethphone, and Toki is now his only link to the outside world.
The night goes by without any further ado. In the morning, however, Toki gets a phone call. And it’s the sort of call he’d like to forget about, because Skwisgaar asks him to bring by some thing with poppy derivatives in it, he doesn’t care what exactly, just a little bit, and Toki has to say no.
Two hours later, he gets another call. This time it sounds more urgent. Skwisgaar tries to tell him that it’s not wise to detox all at once, going baby steps would be better, and Toki switches off his mobile and lies down, staring at the wall. This is ridiculous. He’s not the one with cold turkey. He should be up and around.
Next morning, he gets regrets. What if Skwisgaar really got very sick, what if he did something stupid, and Toki had his mobile turned off so that Skwisgaar couldn’t get any help?
But he can’t take any more begging for dope, so he does the only thing one can do in this situation. He goes to Charlie.
“Charlie, can I sees de monitors for Skwisgaar’s room?”
“Sure. Over here.” Charles gets up from his desk and walks over to one of the many screens, leaning against it casually.
In the black-and-white picture, Toki can barely make out a figure, curled up on the bed. “Oh, he don’ts looks good…”
“He’s fine.” Charles smiles. “I think he’s over the worst.”
Toki rakes his hands through his hair. “No, you don’ts understand, he’s not sick. He’s… he’s on rehab.”
“I know, Toki.”
Toki swallows and sits down. “So you t’inks he’s okay?”
Charles nods. “I’ve been watching over him for the last four days. Trust me, if he was seriously in danger, I would get him help immediately.”
Toki smiles and suppresses a sob. He gets a hiccup instead. “He says OPIUMs is bads for his playingks.”
Charles just looks at the screen. “Yeah. You know, I think he’s going to make it. The only motivation strong enough to keep him off of things is if they affect his guitar playing.”
“Yeah. He’s pretties strong.” Toki grins.
“Headstrong maybe”, says Charles, but not very loudly.
On day five, early in the morning, Toki gets another phone call.
“Toki?” Skwisgaar’s voice is very faint.
“Yeah?”
“I’m done.”
“Done?”
“Finishes. I tinks I needs another of those bath…”
“Waits, I’ll comes over!”
“Good.” Skwisgaar’s voice sounds very peaceful suddenly. “You’s good at dem baths.”
As Toki enters the white room, he finds Skwisgaar on the bed. Lying on his back. His knuckles and wrists are strewn with scab from biting himself, and his eyes are set even deeper than usually. But he has his guitar on his belly, horizontally, and is fiddling. When he turns his head to Toki (who is standing in the doorway, all shaky with relief) – he looks happy. A rare sight.
Later, Skwisgaar is soaking in the tub and basking in Toki’s attention. He rubs the shampoo out of his hair while Toki holds the showerhead over him, and he is visibly enjoying it.
“Are you okay nows?” asks Toki.
“Myeah.” Skwisgaar rolls his hair up and wrings it. “No more hurt. Just dizzys. But fine.” He grins, as broadly as Toki had hardly ever seen him grin. “And… yeah. I wants to apall… appoll… says sorry.”
“Whats for?”
“Yous not a child.” Skwisgaar leans back in the warm water and scratches behind his ear. “I- I neededs you for dis. You’ve gots some gut, to stay wit’ me.”
Toki smiles. There is a warm fuzzy feeling blossoming in his chest. He knows a compliment when he hears one, even if it comes out strange. It makes him so happy he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. “Come on, we needs to get you out of de waters!”
Meanwhile, the Klokateers have cleaned the room once more and left silently. Toki drags Skwisgaar, in his last pair of clean boxers, to the bed. Skwisgaar seems to be tired; he keeps his eyes half-closed even while he blows his hair dry. His head stays leaned against Toki’s shoulder.
Toki, his nose very close to Skwisgaar’s ear, has to ask. “If I kiss you now, will you bites me again?”
“Yah.”
“Oh.” Well, you can’t have everything. But today's progress seems pretty good for one day.
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