Immortal Love
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Adult +
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Immortal Love
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, don’t pretend to either!!! Don’t own the song!!! You want to sue, sue someone with money!!!
O.O This is my first song fic, got the idea, three hours later, got the fic! I’m pretty sure this songs been used before, but go with it, what’s the worst that can happen, you waste five minutes of smut time on something half decent? Hehe…^_^
Some songs are an addiction, so are some people, a relationship that never should have happened, stare crossed lovers if you will, this is my addiction.
Immortal Love
By: TwistedCuz
It had been forever, forever since he saw her, talked to her, touched her, but forever had never felt so long. What was he thinking, how could he be feeling this, he belonged to someone else now. This was all her fault, she couldn’t, wouldn’t, love him. She told him to leave, he didn’t, but she did. How could she keep doing this to him, how could she declare her undying love one minute but push him away the next? The pain, the games, had finally gotten to him, he finally had enough, he would leave, and never go back.
>I’m so tired of being here
>Suppressed by all of my childish fears
>And if you have to leave
>I wish that you would just leave
>Cause your presence still lingers here
>And it won't leave me alone…
Never say never, he found her, he went begging her to take him in, longing to belong to his love. She did, he knew it was a mistake, but he loved her so damn much it hurt. He needed her, without her, who was he, the liar, the traitor…alone. Always alone, with all the others it was different, a different type of alone, a searing pain that slowly spread through him, casting him out. Her alone was better, to be with her and still be alone didn’t hurt as much, she was alone, they were alone together, and how alone could that be?
>These wounds won't seem to heal
>This pain is just too real
>There’s just too much that time cannot erase…
But it never lasted long, two, sometimes three weeks before it became too much for her. The threat of feeling something turning her violent, causing her to lash out at everyone, especially him. He once heard that you hurt those you love the most, she had to love him, his medical chart proved it. These were the disadvantages to loving a person who was stronger than you, but he needed her strength, he had been hurt so much in the past, he needed a lover who could protect him. The feeling of security in knowing that someone was there to protect him was enough to keep him coming back. The pain was worth it, not that he couldn’t protect himself, but some things you shouldn’t have to fight alone.
>When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
>When you'd scream I’d fight away all of your fears
>And I’ve held your hand through all of these years
>But you still have all of me…
Perhaps it was the pain he wanted, proving that the numbness was not all consuming, proving that he was alive. A man who thrived on touching others, with the only person he couldn’t touch, the situation spoke for itself. He had gotten close to so many people yet was never satisfied, sex became a chore, some way of gaining affection from people that didn’t care enough to give it any other way. This was the one person who’s affection he couldn’t gain in that way, perhaps, that’s why it didn’t workout. In the end, the pain was too strong for them, they became consumed in the anger caused by each other, a hate was born from their love, but he could never really hate her. She never hated him. They parted, leaving things unsaid, not saying goodbye, choosing to bask in the silent afterglow of a relationship gone wrong.
>You used to captivate me
>By your resonating light
>But now I’m bound by the life you left behind
>Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
>Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me…
Time passed, he returned home, she did not. He waited, refusing to let this be their last dance, willing her to come through the door. There was so much left unsaid, it was all he thought about, the what if’s and maybe’s slowly driving him mad, it had been months since he last saw her. The aloneness became too much, he took to hiding, not leaving his room for weeks. He sleep most of the time, finding comfort in the dreams, holding her there, loving her, being loved in return. Weeks turned to a month, a knock on his door told of concern. Hinges drove forward; someone entered, pulled him from his dreamland and took him up, carrying him. The water was clod, he cursed it and hoped as he opened his eyes for the first time. Surely it was her, returning after so long, to love him again. It wasn’t, he cried.
>These wounds won't seem to heal
>This pain is just too real
>There’s just too much that time cannot erase…
Deep blue eyes penetrated his soul. Knowing beyond speech that this was something no one would know of, promising to keep his secrets. The husky man began to remove the wet cloths. Pulling them away until bearskin showed with uncharacteristically gentile hands. Two of them stood there, one tall, one short, one in pain, one knowing the pain all too well. He let himself collapse into the smaller mans arms, sobbing for his lost love, there was nothing the man could do, he wrapped his arms around him. The man held his friend till he stopped shaking, held him for dear life, had the man let go, he would have surly died.
>When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
>When you'd scream I’d fight away all of your fears
>And I’ve held your hand through all of these years
>But you still have all of me…
It was frustrating, Logan would not leave him be. He washed him, clothed him, fed him, made him leave the comforts of his room. Advice was not a welcome friend, but these days, nothing was. Yet Logan insisted on giving it, phrases like ‘you’re better off’ and ‘you’ll find someone’ became daily routine. Logan didn’t understand how painful it was to breath, every breath ragged and lost. He needed her, he could think of nothing else, nothing, but Logan. Forced into going out, he would find things that she loved, buy her gifts, wait to see movies with her, even eat food she liked. Logan knew. Why was always the question, why did he do these things, why buy things, why wait, why suffer? He knew why, if he did these things, it wasn’t over; a year and one half ago it didn’t end.
>I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
>And though you're still with me
>I’ve been alone all along…
As always happens, time moved on, this time, taking him with it. Logan was right, he did meet someone, someone who would protect him and love him. Someone better than her. A relationship started, somehow managing to survive his subconscious attempts to destroy it, and he became happy. He learned many years ago that life was cruel, so it didn’t surprise him when she showed up, but he resisted. He wasn’t alone anymore, he was in love, pain was replaced by pleasure, games by foreplay, and sex by lovemaking. They would spend long hours in comfortable silences reading, enjoying each other’s company, they would go for walks, swims, cook together, and be happy. He felt worshiped, cherished, loved, not for sex, but for being him. She hated them for it, he found in someone else what she could never give him, would never have even if she could. She couldn’t take it, she left. He found himself longing to go after her. He lie in bed awake one night his love beside him, his mind was made up, he would find his Rogue and be with her. With a silent apology to his love he began to rise only to find a strong arm holding him in place. He looked back with a start; blue penetrating eyes stared at his and he felt his heart pull, he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t leave.
>When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
>When you'd scream I’d fight away all of your fears
>And I’ve held your hand through all of these years
>But you still have all of me...
“Remy, where you goin’, darlin’?” The husky sleep filled voice quivered slightly. He bent and kissed his love gently on the forehead before settling back into his arms.
“Nowhere, chere, nowhere.”
O.O This is my first song fic, got the idea, three hours later, got the fic! I’m pretty sure this songs been used before, but go with it, what’s the worst that can happen, you waste five minutes of smut time on something half decent? Hehe…^_^
Some songs are an addiction, so are some people, a relationship that never should have happened, stare crossed lovers if you will, this is my addiction.
Immortal Love
By: TwistedCuz
It had been forever, forever since he saw her, talked to her, touched her, but forever had never felt so long. What was he thinking, how could he be feeling this, he belonged to someone else now. This was all her fault, she couldn’t, wouldn’t, love him. She told him to leave, he didn’t, but she did. How could she keep doing this to him, how could she declare her undying love one minute but push him away the next? The pain, the games, had finally gotten to him, he finally had enough, he would leave, and never go back.
>I’m so tired of being here
>Suppressed by all of my childish fears
>And if you have to leave
>I wish that you would just leave
>Cause your presence still lingers here
>And it won't leave me alone…
Never say never, he found her, he went begging her to take him in, longing to belong to his love. She did, he knew it was a mistake, but he loved her so damn much it hurt. He needed her, without her, who was he, the liar, the traitor…alone. Always alone, with all the others it was different, a different type of alone, a searing pain that slowly spread through him, casting him out. Her alone was better, to be with her and still be alone didn’t hurt as much, she was alone, they were alone together, and how alone could that be?
>These wounds won't seem to heal
>This pain is just too real
>There’s just too much that time cannot erase…
But it never lasted long, two, sometimes three weeks before it became too much for her. The threat of feeling something turning her violent, causing her to lash out at everyone, especially him. He once heard that you hurt those you love the most, she had to love him, his medical chart proved it. These were the disadvantages to loving a person who was stronger than you, but he needed her strength, he had been hurt so much in the past, he needed a lover who could protect him. The feeling of security in knowing that someone was there to protect him was enough to keep him coming back. The pain was worth it, not that he couldn’t protect himself, but some things you shouldn’t have to fight alone.
>When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
>When you'd scream I’d fight away all of your fears
>And I’ve held your hand through all of these years
>But you still have all of me…
Perhaps it was the pain he wanted, proving that the numbness was not all consuming, proving that he was alive. A man who thrived on touching others, with the only person he couldn’t touch, the situation spoke for itself. He had gotten close to so many people yet was never satisfied, sex became a chore, some way of gaining affection from people that didn’t care enough to give it any other way. This was the one person who’s affection he couldn’t gain in that way, perhaps, that’s why it didn’t workout. In the end, the pain was too strong for them, they became consumed in the anger caused by each other, a hate was born from their love, but he could never really hate her. She never hated him. They parted, leaving things unsaid, not saying goodbye, choosing to bask in the silent afterglow of a relationship gone wrong.
>You used to captivate me
>By your resonating light
>But now I’m bound by the life you left behind
>Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
>Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me…
Time passed, he returned home, she did not. He waited, refusing to let this be their last dance, willing her to come through the door. There was so much left unsaid, it was all he thought about, the what if’s and maybe’s slowly driving him mad, it had been months since he last saw her. The aloneness became too much, he took to hiding, not leaving his room for weeks. He sleep most of the time, finding comfort in the dreams, holding her there, loving her, being loved in return. Weeks turned to a month, a knock on his door told of concern. Hinges drove forward; someone entered, pulled him from his dreamland and took him up, carrying him. The water was clod, he cursed it and hoped as he opened his eyes for the first time. Surely it was her, returning after so long, to love him again. It wasn’t, he cried.
>These wounds won't seem to heal
>This pain is just too real
>There’s just too much that time cannot erase…
Deep blue eyes penetrated his soul. Knowing beyond speech that this was something no one would know of, promising to keep his secrets. The husky man began to remove the wet cloths. Pulling them away until bearskin showed with uncharacteristically gentile hands. Two of them stood there, one tall, one short, one in pain, one knowing the pain all too well. He let himself collapse into the smaller mans arms, sobbing for his lost love, there was nothing the man could do, he wrapped his arms around him. The man held his friend till he stopped shaking, held him for dear life, had the man let go, he would have surly died.
>When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
>When you'd scream I’d fight away all of your fears
>And I’ve held your hand through all of these years
>But you still have all of me…
It was frustrating, Logan would not leave him be. He washed him, clothed him, fed him, made him leave the comforts of his room. Advice was not a welcome friend, but these days, nothing was. Yet Logan insisted on giving it, phrases like ‘you’re better off’ and ‘you’ll find someone’ became daily routine. Logan didn’t understand how painful it was to breath, every breath ragged and lost. He needed her, he could think of nothing else, nothing, but Logan. Forced into going out, he would find things that she loved, buy her gifts, wait to see movies with her, even eat food she liked. Logan knew. Why was always the question, why did he do these things, why buy things, why wait, why suffer? He knew why, if he did these things, it wasn’t over; a year and one half ago it didn’t end.
>I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
>And though you're still with me
>I’ve been alone all along…
As always happens, time moved on, this time, taking him with it. Logan was right, he did meet someone, someone who would protect him and love him. Someone better than her. A relationship started, somehow managing to survive his subconscious attempts to destroy it, and he became happy. He learned many years ago that life was cruel, so it didn’t surprise him when she showed up, but he resisted. He wasn’t alone anymore, he was in love, pain was replaced by pleasure, games by foreplay, and sex by lovemaking. They would spend long hours in comfortable silences reading, enjoying each other’s company, they would go for walks, swims, cook together, and be happy. He felt worshiped, cherished, loved, not for sex, but for being him. She hated them for it, he found in someone else what she could never give him, would never have even if she could. She couldn’t take it, she left. He found himself longing to go after her. He lie in bed awake one night his love beside him, his mind was made up, he would find his Rogue and be with her. With a silent apology to his love he began to rise only to find a strong arm holding him in place. He looked back with a start; blue penetrating eyes stared at his and he felt his heart pull, he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t leave.
>When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
>When you'd scream I’d fight away all of your fears
>And I’ve held your hand through all of these years
>But you still have all of me...
“Remy, where you goin’, darlin’?” The husky sleep filled voice quivered slightly. He bent and kissed his love gently on the forehead before settling back into his arms.
“Nowhere, chere, nowhere.”