Title: Drabbles 035, 087
Author: ezra_t
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Eric/Ryan
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Gay guys. =p
Disclaimer: I don't own (even though I wish I did).
Summary: Drabbles. 035. Like Oil and Water. 087. Angst.

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035. Like Oil and Water

They were like Oil and Water. So different, incompatible. So what the hell were they doing trying to make this work? They should have known that it wouldn't. Not with all the bad blood between them but for some reason, as different as they were they couldn't keep away from one another. He wanted something real and long lasting, something meaningful, a home of sorts. A place where he could go and feel safe, to some one he could go to and feel loved. He couldn't get that with Eric and he was once again wondering why the hell he was here, right now, trying to fix the damage once again. He realized long ago. They were like oil and water, they could never mix and maybe that's what drew him to Eric and he knew with out a doubt that he was on the long hard road to self destruction.

087. Angst

I suddenly feel as if I can not breath. Like the air has been knocked out of me and my vision swims. How could he do this to me? And my hand on its own accord slowly travels to the soar spot on my cheek. I can tell with out even really touching it that it will bruise, that it is bruising. After all, I've always bruised easily. I can't even look you in the eye, as if I was the one guilty of hitting his partner, but I'm not. No, I'm guilty of staying with you once again because I know that by tomorrow you will be back here, begging for my forgiveness and really I'll be much to weary and tiered to say no.
"We've come this far." you would say.
I'd reply with a nod.
"We mine as well continue."
And just like that I'd be yours again. We'd start over again. You'd buy me roses and records, and as we talk I'll pretend that I don't see you pretending like you don't see the bruise on my face after all it is just one more piece to the collection. I'll feel like maybe you did turn over a new leaf, like this time you really are sorry and we'd go out again, and someone will stare at me again, or flirt again and by time we get home you'll be seething, ready to hit me once more. I'll forgive you of course and you'll go out just to come back home smelling like her. I'll ignore it. Rip your clothes off and push you on the bed. I'll bite you and lick you and make you mine. It'll be my marks replacing hers, my smell instead of her perfume and maybe that's why you do it.

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