http://obiit.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
obiit.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ds_flashfiction2003-10-23 05:25 am
obiit.livejournal.com) wrote in ds_flashfiction2003-10-23 05:25 am
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Believing
by
Sanguine, 546 words
When they stood before family and friends, saying the vows that bound them to each other, snow fell from the heavens, obscuring the dirty city streets, blanketing their world in white, making it pure and clean, as if the ugliness and evil of the world outside could not touch them.
It had tried before to harm them, to split them up, to keep them apart, to convince them that their love was a filthy, terrible thing that belonged in back alleys and belonged to furtive fumblings in the dark, or better yet, they should not love each other at all.
Some people wished death upon them, wished a horrible wasting disease upon them, all because they dared love each other, all because they were two men who dared to fall in love.
Love isn't wrong.
Their love isn't wrong.
Fraser's convinced of that, now. Ray always had been.
Fraser had doubted. Oh, had he doubted. After all, no one had stayed before, so why would Ray? And loving a man? Fraser wasn't sure he could. It wasn't as though he didn't hunger to possess Ray, to feel that wiry body pressed against him every single night for the rest of their lives, but while he was used to a certain amount of ostracism, this was a different matter entirely. This was... frightening.
But stubborn, exasperating, beloved Ray had shown him that he was in it for the long haul, that no matter what happened, the love Ray felt for Fraser would not die.
It didn't - it never even faltered, even though there were some days when the hate and the taunts were so prevalent that Fraser thought that surely that day would be the day when Ray realised it wasn't worth it - that Fraser wasn't worth it.
That day never came.
And so, Ray Kowalski made Fraser believe he was worthy of love by showing him what true love was like, what true love gave and shared. Fraser finally believed that he was deserving of what Ray gave him, of what Ray surrendered to him, of what they had, and he relented, loving Ray with a fierceness that could not be compared to anything either man had known or felt before.
When the wedding celebration was over, when they went home, Fraser saw, once more, in Ray's eyes, the love that had always resided there, and he was thankful that Ray had stayed by his side, that Ray had stubbornly refused to give up.
And as he pushed inside Ray for the first time ever, on their wedding night, he felt free, as if he were flying, as if his soul was permanently connected with his husband's and he was made whole for the first time in his life.
The love that stained their bed sheets, the love that took Ray's virginity, the love that made Ben whole, was a hard won love for both men. It was a battle well fought, and as Ray curled against him, his hands resting on Ben's, the light from the snow outside gleamed on the golden bands they wore and Fraser knew with all certainty that their marriage would survive through everything, that every day would be worth it.
The hate didn't matter anymore. Their love would conquer it.
- end -
by
Sanguine, 546 words
When they stood before family and friends, saying the vows that bound them to each other, snow fell from the heavens, obscuring the dirty city streets, blanketing their world in white, making it pure and clean, as if the ugliness and evil of the world outside could not touch them.
It had tried before to harm them, to split them up, to keep them apart, to convince them that their love was a filthy, terrible thing that belonged in back alleys and belonged to furtive fumblings in the dark, or better yet, they should not love each other at all.
Some people wished death upon them, wished a horrible wasting disease upon them, all because they dared love each other, all because they were two men who dared to fall in love.
Love isn't wrong.
Their love isn't wrong.
Fraser's convinced of that, now. Ray always had been.
Fraser had doubted. Oh, had he doubted. After all, no one had stayed before, so why would Ray? And loving a man? Fraser wasn't sure he could. It wasn't as though he didn't hunger to possess Ray, to feel that wiry body pressed against him every single night for the rest of their lives, but while he was used to a certain amount of ostracism, this was a different matter entirely. This was... frightening.
But stubborn, exasperating, beloved Ray had shown him that he was in it for the long haul, that no matter what happened, the love Ray felt for Fraser would not die.
It didn't - it never even faltered, even though there were some days when the hate and the taunts were so prevalent that Fraser thought that surely that day would be the day when Ray realised it wasn't worth it - that Fraser wasn't worth it.
That day never came.
And so, Ray Kowalski made Fraser believe he was worthy of love by showing him what true love was like, what true love gave and shared. Fraser finally believed that he was deserving of what Ray gave him, of what Ray surrendered to him, of what they had, and he relented, loving Ray with a fierceness that could not be compared to anything either man had known or felt before.
When the wedding celebration was over, when they went home, Fraser saw, once more, in Ray's eyes, the love that had always resided there, and he was thankful that Ray had stayed by his side, that Ray had stubbornly refused to give up.
And as he pushed inside Ray for the first time ever, on their wedding night, he felt free, as if he were flying, as if his soul was permanently connected with his husband's and he was made whole for the first time in his life.
The love that stained their bed sheets, the love that took Ray's virginity, the love that made Ben whole, was a hard won love for both men. It was a battle well fought, and as Ray curled against him, his hands resting on Ben's, the light from the snow outside gleamed on the golden bands they wore and Fraser knew with all certainty that their marriage would survive through everything, that every day would be worth it.
The hate didn't matter anymore. Their love would conquer it.
- end -