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Greetings From Mexico	By : Lamb Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Rictor and Shatterstar belong to Marvel.

Characters: Shatterstar/Rictor, cause I'm just old school that way.

Rating: PG-13, if slash is not your thing by all means please go elsewhere for entertainment. Will be R-NC-17 soon folks

Summary: Rictor is in denial, Shatterstar helps him over some speed bumps.

Author note: Old characters are hard to write especially when their history is very confusing and involved. Anyone familiar with the whole Benjamin weird assness will know what I mean. Bare with me, I won't injure them too much. Continuity? What continuity? Sorry folks Marvel's just got too much history to spare.

Title: Greetings From Mexico

Chapter One: Truth

I don't want to deal with my family today. Shatty's leaning against the apartment's balcony railing, his hands crossed behind his head. My family is moving down there. I can see their trucks pulling away. Carrying guns, drugs, money? I've decided it's not my problem anymore. Nothing I do can will stop them. And if I did somehow manage to persuade them to give up the trade, some crime syndicate would just take over in their place. Better the devil you know than…god when did I become so hard?

"You know Julio you've been standing there staring for along time," Shatterstar is being real casual about all this. Nothing seems to disturb his calm these days. I wish I could take strength from that, that something could placate the anger inside me. Somewhere some kid had a gun in his hand, because I was too weak to stop my own family. I could destroy this place utterly, with my mutant powers. Send a warning out to any who would dare cross me. So why did I hesitate?

"Sorry, let's go in amigo, suns too bright to really see anything," Shatterstar went into the apartment first. I follow the orange haired man, he stops suddenly. I don't realize he has stopped moving and plow right into his back, hair is in my face. Blushing furiously I pull away from him, before I feel more than just hair pressed against me.

"Dios, I am a klutz," Shatty turns around and gives me a lopsided smile, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He stopped wearing it in a ponytail two days ago. Strangely it doesn't make him effeminate at all. Nothing about my friend is woman like. Not for the first time I find myself forcefully trying to steer my mind away from unwelcome thoughts. Thought killing Cable called it. I call it necessary. Shatterstar is the only one I have. It is only proximity that makes him look so appealing to me. After so long, without any action, even of the fighting kind, we are both way passed the point of touch deprived. My friend's smile is starting to look a little feral. I back away and walk purpostowatoward the cooler. Pulling out a beer, I try to collect my thoughts. I worry sometimes if my alien companion can sometimes sense my moods. When I turn around he is right there in front of me. I let out a strangled yelp and the beer falls out of my limp hand. Shatty catches it without ever taking his eyes off me. I back up until I can feel the cool of the metal's surface against my back. He's smirking now. And why do I suddenly feel as if I have been caught with my hand in the cookie jar? Oh god, there's that light in his silver eyes. The gleam I only see after he's coming down off of a battle high, and looking like he wants to…Jesus I have no idea how the man has restrained himself for so long with all those women flinging themselves at him. Any telepath around Shatty after a battle felt this something. The White Queen tried to explain it to me once. The explanation had been enough to keep me locked in my room for days trying to avoid my friend. I had never thought of Shatty as a sexual entity until then. To say it disturbed me was an understatement. Now all this strange energy and focus was pointed at me, and it felt almost good to be wanted like that. Especially felt good to be wanted by someone so close to me. Who knew me. Who knew what a geek I am. Who's seen my body, and dios, let me tell you, compared to the other Super Friends out there, it ain't much to look at. I'm all browns and soft curves, whereas Star is light and angular. Everything about my friend is sharp from his body to his blades. I can’t help but feel a bit lacking when I compare myself to him. And why am I still letting him watch me like this? His hand is hovering now in front of my face, as if he is about to stroke my cheek. I can't let this happen. Turning around and grab another beer, walking around him. Flopping down on the couch I try to forget the look of hurt, I saw briefly flash across his face when I walked away from him.

"Julio stop this," he sounds plaintive, and a little angry.

"Stop what Star?" I'm not trying to be an ass. I'm really not, but I can't let it happen. Not after so long denying that I might be…that. After denying all the talk about me and Shatty's supposed relationship. I should have known all the posturing that was a necessary part of being a member of the X-Force would not be acceptable here. Not when this thing had somehow grown beyond me, into a living breathing, entity. This silence now that was so much more than silence. When I find myself just looking at him and everything stops and we just let each other be. We don't need words, Cadre or Spanish. And isn't that something, we know each other's languages. We live in each other's worlds. Separate but the same. Like his twin blades, the same metal. We are everything to each other. Why couldn't I stop pretending and let it happen? Let are relationship go where it was inevitably headed.

"This can't go anywhere without you, Julio," so what, I was suppose to let Star force me to make a decision? It wasn't worth it. We are fine the way we are. People stare and whisper already. How much worse will it get when we really do start this thing? He's in front of me again, fingers clasped together. He almost looks like he's repenting, with his hair in his face, bowing towards me. As if he is trying to plead with his body, where words have failed. His gorgeous body...dios this isn't me. Why do I let myself be a coward? I want him. I don't find anyone but him attract I' I'm not gay, so what does it mean? I'm so lost.

"You've lost me, Star. What are you talking about?" Better to feign ignorance, maybe he'll leave it alone then. His face goes slack for a moment, and then the anger returns with so much force it is almost blinding. I try to turn away from it, but he grabs my chin and brings my eyes back to his face.

"I've never took you for a fool or a coward, Julio," he let go of me, tshovshoved me back into the couch holding my shoulders tightly, "Stop pretending I don't know what your thinking." His face is just inches from my own. I can see so deeply into his eyes now, it's impossible for me to mistake the look in them now. So much love, so much pity. Love because we mean almost too much to each other, for it to be anything else. Pity because I won't let myself stand where he is standing and let myself be carried away by this. But maybe I can give him just enough to get him to stay. Enough so he won't leave my side. And if it doesn't feel too awful, maybe I can continue to give more and more until I can't remember why I had ever felt this hesitation. I lean towards him, my lips brushing his gently. His eyes fall closed.
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