Roses for the Undead

It is class=SpellE>angsty, dark and… well, spoilers and character death are a given.
AU too, as it differs from the reality of the main Marvel Universe. That too is
expected.

style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Disclaimer:style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> Not mine. Not the guys, not the world, not the
school or anybody… right now. Just the situation and the sick
idea itself.

style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Warning:style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> The aforementioned SPOILERS for Wolverine v3
25 (and more I think), Character death
if you think about it, then… slight squick if you
don’t like to read about kissing a loved one who just died… Oh yeah. SLASH!
Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you. Well… having Northstar
in it makes it reasonable, but still.

style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Pairing:style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> Pretty self explanatory after the first few
lines, but just for those who want to hear it again:… class=GramE>Julian and Northstar.

style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Rating:style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> Will go up. Right now…
whatever.

Enjoy.

style='mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>Premise

Julian
stared down at the cold body. Well, the guy was as dead as they got, there was
no question about it. Absolutely none. class=GramE>Gutted by the great, mind-controlled Wolverine. How twisted
can it be? They were some kind of friends, were they not? Maybe he even had the
hots for Wolverine. He was, after all, manly enough. Or maybe it wasn’t his
type? It’s not like he let Julian in on that information.

He stroked
his hands trough the dead man’s hair, mussing the otherwise perfect hairdo. He
frowned. He’d probably hate it, that is, if he were still alive. But there was
no chance of riling up the guy anymore, was there? His teacher was dead,
getting out of their unfinished business.

He leaned
down, caressing a cold cheek absently, and put his mouth close to the dead
man’s ear.

“It is a
tie, you know. You sure as hell didn’t win.” He whispered, his lips caressing
the man’s cold ear. “And you missed out on the good part too.” He drew a line
with his lips on the cheek to the cold lips and pressed down. The kiss was
short and closed-mouthed. He considered moving the body with his telekinesis,
but found the idea too undignified. He may have lost his opportunity, but he
would not resort to that. It seemed more like the lovesick’s
way, and that was really, really untasteful, not to
mention utterly pathetic. He hated the guy, and got close to him only because
of vengeance. And he was angry at Wolverine that he took it from him, and that
was the only reason he snuck in before the X-Men and the guy with the huge saw
came back and made a big pile of ‘match the body parts’ out of the guy.

He stroked
a thumb down the same cheek he touched earlier, then
took a last look. He felt… very dissatisfied. He guessed he felt that bad
because he really wanted to go trough with his plan, and the man got class=GramE>himself killed before he could bring on the grand finale.

He patted
the cheek absent mindedly, then turned around, left the infirmary and got back
to his own room.

Fuck class=SpellE>Northstar, he still had a life to live.

Whew. I
just had to stop here, or else it would have been ruined. I hope some of you
like it, because I hate begging for reviews. But I still can do it. So…

Feed me?
Please?