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[theamericanpig.livejournal.com]

Who: Leon & Gren
Where: Gren's apartment
When: Right after Leon gets back to Discedo, a few hours before this entry.
Rating: PG for slight language.
Summary: FLUFF. The moment we've all been waiting for. It's official: they're fags.
the log:

Leon had gone home.

He wasn’t the first to do so; Ada had done the same thing. But there was a difference between him and Ada—she knew how to leave whenever she wanted to. He didn’t. In fact, he was only sent home as a gift from the scientists. It was something he wasn’t too fond of at first, but he’d grown to deal with it, even to the point of being a bit thankful.

It was a strange experience, to say the least. He woke up in his own bed in a haze, Discedo seeming like nothing more than a really bad—really long—dream. He had all of his memories from the place, but also remembered things back from his own world as though they’d just happened yesterday. He’d been tipped off that something seriously was up when he reached for a cigarette and found a pack conveniently in his pants pocket; back home, he hadn’t smoked at all for over two years. After that, he also found the keys to the cells at the station in Discedo… but nothing else.

And once he realized that Discedo had been real, he hadn’t been able to get it off his mind. He was shocked to discover just how much he actually missed the people there; everything at home reminded him of them. It was also a giant indication of how incredibly lonely he’d been back home. He didn’t have many friends—not really. Usually he’d been too busy working to even care or notice, but in the few days he did go to work back home, when he got back to his empty apartment, he just wished he had his communicator back so he could bullshit with people.

Specifically, he wanted to bullshit with Gren. Sure, Leon had gotten what he wanted: he went home. But as he sat on his couch with his Chinese takeout and a beer as he watched TV, he couldn’t believe just how much he missed his best friend from Discedo, or how often he turned to his side, expecting him to be there to crack a joke with. However, no matter how many times he looked, Gren was never there, and Leon was always alone.

He wasn’t exactly sure what that feeling meant, but it sure as hell was the reason why he stood outside Gren’s room at the apartments right now. He hadn’t even told anyone he was back yet—he hadn’t wanted to. Giving a silent ‘thank you’ to the scientists for letting him return with the six pack of beer he’d bought the hour before he was brought back, he raised his hand and gave a firm knock on the door.

So. Leon got to go home. He got Chinese take out and beer. Gren got cigarettes, dried meat, and raw vegetables and fruit. Actually, Gren really hadn't eaten much at all in the past two days. Gren was too angry to cooperate with people, too depressed to eat, too quiet to want to talk, too lonely to pick up the saxophone, and too everything to do anything BUT smoke. Even the cook out, which should have been a field day, was forced happiness. And Henry? Not that Gren didn't adore Henry, but Henry had to watch Eileen and that was understandable, yet Gren was feeling a wall go back up in his heart that wasn't welcome. Everyone he knew went away in the end. Thoughts were broken, and the beer Gren kept drinking for breakfast wasn't so bad anymore. Leon had gone on, become someone else and Gren was still right here. Always. That's how it always went. So he wanted to stop. Stop chasing people, stop letting them take pieces of his heart and throw them away in stained time. Somewhere along the way, along the dragging days Gren didn't even know had gone by, even without sleeping, Gren heard the knock on the door. It was a pathetic, old familiar sound. The musician threw on his cleanest dirty shirt he began to button up, saying "Door's open."

Leon didn’t hesitate to open the door, even though he was kind of nervous as to how Gren would react to his sudden reappearance. Either way, he stepped into the apartment and shut the door tightly behind him. The sight of Gren took Leon’s breath away, and not for the first time. This time, however, he didn’t try to hide it. A deep, bubbling joy began to root itself in the pit of his chest, and he was sure it showed brightly through his eyes. He offered his friend a smile and raised the six pack in his hand.

“Hey,” he said. “Room for one more?”

Gren had one thing to say in sheer shock..and joy for the beer. "..Get the fuck out....LEON?" That showed on Gren's face. Whatever Gren had lost along the way was just shoved back into his heart. Here Gren had been fumbling with the only thought of trying to find a way to hold his head that didn't heart, and Leon just walked in the door with a six pack. With it all being too overwhelming, Gren could have swore that his body just went weak, his heart skipped a beat and Gren held his head with one hand in disbelief. "This is a dream. Gotta be a dream. I shouldn't have drank this morning." And Gren looked back towards his bed.

Despite Gren’s outburst, Leon wasn’t fazed. He’d expected something like that, and quite honestly, he was just glad that Gren didn’t go into a full freak out of screaming and possibly attacking him.

“Alright I’ll go,” Leon said nonchalantly. “I’ll just go out and find someone else to share my fresh and actually somewhat cold beer with.”

With a sly smile, he turned back towards the door and made it seem as though he was going to leave, even though he really had no intentions of doing so.

...Gah? Alright, so Gren's next thought was maybe. "Hey..did I get high?" He asked this.. 'Leon'.

Leon spun on his heels, his once sly smile turned into a somewhat evil grin. He took a step forward, placing the beer gently down on the coffee table.

“I don’t know,” he said playfully. “Did you? Do I have to arrest you for using illegal substances?”

Oh god he was really here, WHAT THE FUCK? Gren felt like a total asshole and then like everything he had been following for years was him being a pitiful soul, a fool, and it came crashing down. It showed on Gren's face. Leon was just... there, dragging Gren out of some sea of heartbreak, back to shore, coming to his rescue and with all things--a six pack of beer. "Uh..n...no I don't think so," Gren said in a stupid way showing how dumfounded he still was. "There's.." Gren was.. Gren was a wreck. And suddenly being kicked into a reality he had given up on. "No drugs here...... Leon you're...back," Gren barely whispered.

“Back and I smell good,” he remarked.

His tone and demeanor both dropped when he further studied the look on his friend’s face. Shit, Gren was really torn up about this whole thing. How long had he been gone? It’d only been a few days back home. He took a step forward.

“Hey,” he said. “You okay?” He paused briefly, then went on, sadly, “I can leave.”

Hell no, that could have made Gren look just like someone would when lightning would strike in front of them. "No, no," Gren said waving a hand and pushing his black hair back. Gren stepped up closer to Leon and took a breath in, let it out and nodded. "I'm sorry you, uh... came back to see me like this--oh god, I thought you were,um..." Words were getting spit out, and then Gren would compose himself again, to only sigh heavily and look like he may lose it. "Leon..I thought I was never... I’m sorry, everyone I enjoy in life never sticks around and... and here you are."

“I guess you’re stuck with me,” Leon said with a lopsided grin. He couldn’t really explain it, but there was a definite giddiness of being here in this room with Gren, despite how obviously shaken up and upset his friend was. “Don’t I at least get a hug?”

...Did Leon seriously just ask that? What the hell was wrong with him? ... More so, what the hell was wrong with Gren? He so easily fell into fulfilling Leon's request, stepping over to the man almost quickly and before he knew it Gren could smell Leon's familiar scent, remember how it felt holding him in his arms, how their bodies felt up close together, and it was the most bittersweet heartache Gren had felt in the longest time. Now he could even remember he had a heart that beats. This was what memories were made of.

Leon immediately wrapped his arms around Gren, pulling him into a hug that was so tight it was as if he were afraid the other man might disappear if he let go. He buried his face into his friend’s neck, deeply inhaling his scent, relishing the way his soft black hair felt on his skin. It was incredible how much they just fit together—they always had.

“I missed you every second I was away,” he murmured softly into Gren’s neck.

One fresh and tender kiss, one stolen night of bliss, and these started up the memories that were made for them. Gren thought if this kept up he could have been holding back tears. "Leon...I.." Gren was holding onto Leon on and off. "..I did too..I can't.." Can't come to his own damn senses. Gren knew he was a hard one, but had his reasons. So he turned his head slightly to look at Leon and it was clear as the natural blue sky. "I can't..I don't know... It's..It's everything that pleases me...just leaves and hurts somehow and I..couldn't take it if I lost you again." When all Gren wanted to really do was come down from sitting on the fence for so long and let somebody love him before it was too late.

Leon shook his head slightly before reaching up to place a hand on either side of Gren’s neck, his thumbs lightly resting on his friend’s jaw line. He pressed his forehead up against the other’s and looked him in the eyes, lowering his voice to a whisper. He could feel himself trembling with nervousness and oncoming honesty.

“Stop,” he said. “Don’t talk. Just listen. I’m not going to leave you again, because I… Shit, Gren, you were all I thought about. I was actually happy to come back here just so I could be with you again. I…” He licked his lips and took a deep breath before continuing. His shaking became a bit more severe. “I don’t know what the hell that means, but… Christ. I just want you by my side.”

"..wow. Uh.." Gren couldn't stop his blue eyes warming with the slightest touch of what might have been tears he was holding back. Geez, was Leon really saying that? He sure wasn't moving, the words were as real and clear as day. Suddenly the prison of walking through the world all alone just vanished. Just like that. Gren grew very aware of Leon shaking, so he put his hands up to hold the cop's face steady..and pull him closer. "..wow..I.." Gren gave the smallest have laugh of disbelief..And a smile came. "I've never..felt so many problems leave me alone so fast before.." He was happy. It was pretty unbelievable, but real. Gren was scared. More than he had ever been. And for whatever reason, it was something he could face. Leon felt perfect next to him, and his face fit right into Gren's hands, that leveled him in closer. "I don't..think I could ask for anything better."

And suddenly, everything was right in the world again. Leon leaned forward, placing a deep, heartfelt kiss on Gren’s lips—a wordless “thank you” and a certain sort of desperation behind it. He stopped shaking.

Gren melted right into the kiss. It wasn't like any they had even shared before; something completely different and wondrous. If Gren had been falling for Leon before, he was done falling now, right into whatever they had, and gladly accepting it. Gren wasn't scared anymore of what this was. His arms came around Leon pulling he cop even closer into the kiss till Gren had to part to breathe.

“I want to make love to you,” Leon whispered. He began leaving a trail of kisses along Gren’s jaw, moving up to the back of his ear. “I want to put my lips on every inch of your body, show you how much I missed you.” He lightly sucked on Gren’s earlobe for a few seconds before whispering into it in a tone that showed off the tiny smile on his face, “And then we can drink those beers to celebrate.”

How could he not smile? "Fuck those beers, I could drink a case of you and still be on my feet." Catching Leon's lips, Gren craftily began slipping hands up Leon's shirt and moving them both back to bed, where Gren had spent all too much time playing back memories of them together like a wonderful old movie. And now here he was feeling the bare skin again, the body and comforting weight next to him.