Velvet Memories
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Adult +
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2
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Velvet Memories (Part 2)
Author: J. Lee. C
Disclaimer: The Smurfs and all Smurfy stuff related belong to Peyo, not me. *sniff(
Warnings: SLASH! Whatever you like to call same-sex love, its there, and with about 99% of the Smurf Village male, how could it not? :P I This is meant to be taken SERIOUSLY, and enjoyed. This is not a spoof humor fic! Sadness, and angst abound! Adult stuff, and sadness. Enjoy. ~_n
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Brainy pummeled down the stairs, taking 3, 4 at a time, the last five he jumped, and careened with fright into the kitchen. His heart was racing in time with his feet, not knowing what he would find, not caring, just hoping, praying, that it was just another harmless accident, Clumsy was okay, it would all be okay.
He stopped, in a dead moment of silence, and his voice was a whisper.
"C-Clumsy!"
Not the insult, the noun, and he breathed the word again. For in the huge pile of mess that surrounded him, the smurf was nowhere to be seen. The stack of dishes almost seemed to take on a life of their own, a frying pan nose, two saucer eyes, and broken plate grinning toothily at him in evil triumph. The mess taunted him, echoing the insanity of his previous potion making frame of mind. Pain, pain and a taunting voice, 'This is what you waisn\isn't it? This is what you asked for, correct?' beating its mocking intonation into his brain.
He breathed.
"Clumsy!?"
Pots, pans, plates, silverware.Brainy closed his eyes tightly, moaniand and stepped toward the pile, wincing at the sound of tinkling glass and a ghostly moan, that could only mean one thing, one heart rending syllable to voice his fears in completion.
"Oh Clumsy."
He leaned down, eyes widening, fear and panic gripping him, as the site of a trembling, bloody hand wiggling painfully from beneath the mountain of metal. Blood dripped onto the floor, staining the bright mahogany polish of the wood, sinking through the grain of the wood as blood creeps and slithers through veins.
The sight of blood, its rich dark ochre hue acting as the proverbial red flag to a bull, sent a tornado swirling Brainy's inner vital organs into a twisted knot, he lurched, but before he could vomit, a thick feeling in his chest tugged him into cyclonic action. Layers of pots, plates, pans, silverware, were carefully stripped one torturous item at a time from the pile, checking for limbs, blood or any sign of life as carefully as if he were searching for a needle in a haystack. Slowly, painstakingly, his efforts were rewarded. The monstrous pile was defeated at last, revealing the form of his lover, lying unconscious, on his back, bruised, and trickling blood from some unknown wound below him, eyes closed, but breathing, the chest rising and falling in soft raspy rhythm.
Oh thank Smurf!
Pushing down the panic that had churned his insides into a frothy mass, Brainy leapt up and went fumbling for the cabinet near the pantry, moaning grievously to himself. Where was it? Where was the first aid kit? He had left it on the counter just the other day and.Ah-ha!
Grabbing the white handled metal box that Papa Smurf had helped him put together himself, Brainy knelt down on the ground next to his love, checking his pulse, carefully lifting each limb with the gentleness of a merchant handling a porcelain statue, to check for broken bones, and upon lifting the smurf into a semi-sitting position, was glad to see that the bleeding was from some minor cuts caused by shards of a porcelain mug that Clumsy had the unfortunate luck to land upon. But that did not mean all was well, and Brainy stilled himself for a moment, breathing in and out, until he was able to take another look down at his lover, and simply breathe.
A soft moan from the smurf himself caused Brainy to stir, and he lifted the black and 'blue' smurf into his arms, holding him close to his chest and just thanking all the powers of creation that Clumsy was alive.
"Clumsy?" came the cracked and soft voice that Brainy couldn't recognize as his own.
"B-Brainy." was the whispered answer.
Clumsy was trembling, a frantic look of fear and panic written on his face.
"One minute."
Brainy stood up, shaking, but now somewhat firmly in control of his nerves, and carried the injured smurf softly to the couch in the sitting room, where he laid him face down on his stomach. Kneeling beside the trembling form, Brainy opened his kit, speaking quietly, tears streaming down his face as he pressed an alcohol swab to the cuts, sobbing and shaking.
"I-Its all m-my fault, s-shouldn't of yelled, I-I-I."
Clumsy turned, and took a hold of the trembling hand and the cotton swab with his own trembling fingers. Brainy turned his eyes up to survey Clumsy with an expression of hurt and guilt, and Clumsy smiled, eyes turning into soft orbs of adoration and wonder, a bright flush from the sudden rush of inertia lighten his pale thin face.
"It's ALL right."
There was a moment of silence, and Brainy looked down at his hands quietly, tears pouring down, unashamedly. He had failed, or nearly did. Clumsy.He had never been this hurt before. And damn that potion to hell he had nearly lost his lover in his desperation to save him. Brainy closed his eyes, and drew in a long firm breath. The room seemed to mock him. The floral curtains a symbol of peace was a mask of sunshine that hid from view the stormy and violent world of rain pouring just a foot from where they sat. The chest of drawers, a present from Smurfette, was 'looking' down at them with a smiling mocking appearing, drawers half hinged as if asking, 'Well, what did you expect?' and a large picture of the two of them together, just ing ing each other, made Brainy want to weep. Failure seemed imminent in every line and curve of the room, from the rotting floorboards that should have been replaced long ago to the old and crumbling roof which was dripping its opinion down into a pot on the floor by the door. Was this supposed to be some sort of sign? That some things were just to broken to fix?
"Do you want me t fin find Papa Smurf?" Brainy asked in hopeless misery. He looked down into Clumsy's weary eyes and the guilt overwhelmed him completely.
Clumsy stirred, and sat up onto his elbows to look at Brainy through one bruised eyebrow. The eyes scrutinized Brainy for a moment, ovoid lids narrowing slightly, their bruised flesh a curtain over dark brown, bloodshot and weary irises. The smurfs face stayed in that expression for a long time, causing Brainy to shift uncomfortably, then the raw curvature of a smile made itself known, lighting up his world all over again.
"No.I trust you Brainy."
Brainy nodded, relief swelling in his chest, and pulled a roll of bandages from his kit. With hands that no longer shook nearly as hard, he began to wrap the gauzy length apologetically around his lover's battered body, taken gentle care of bruised and fractured ribs, and he distracted himself by talking, the one thing at least he had some experience in.
"If.You're well enough.we could go for a walk, get something from Baker's kitchen.I hear he's been making some sort of surprise stew or something every night this week, that's what Smurfette said anyway."
Clumsy just nodded quietly to all this, eyes drooping in silent tiredness, reveling in the sound of his lover's voice until he felt a soft hand on his back, soothing him, drawing small circles in his skin with rough fingertips calloused from their exposure to years of alchemical reactions and accidental spillages. Everything was all right. Everything was ALWAYS all right when Brainy was there, nothing could go wrong. If only Brainy realized how special he REALLY was.
"I'd like that.We don't do anything together anymore."
Brainy put his ear to the other's back, catching the thump, thump sound of a heartbeat and the shallow sound of breathing. There was something there, some hidden message that floated calmly to the surface, teasing him, and Brainy tried to understand it, but succeeded only in feeling Clumsy breathe worriedly at his pause. His eyes drifted to the stairs, and then down to his lover, prone, on the couch, and he wondered just what Clumsy would taste like right now, because their lips hadn't met in days, and were starting to grow strange of each other.
"Its very important, the potion." Brainy said apologetically. "But it can wait, for now.You're more important.Much more."To CTo Clumsy, that answer was good enough, and he reached up to kiss Brainy, answering the unasked question with a soft silent sigh. That kiss fillrainrainy with just enough hope that he leaned forward, kissing Clumsy back, thinking 'to smurf with dinner,' this was what he needed.
To be continued.
Shorter chapter than the last, I know, but people wanted something, so here it is. Next part, dinner.bwahahahaha!
Author: J. Lee. C
Disclaimer: The Smurfs and all Smurfy stuff related belong to Peyo, not me. *sniff(
Warnings: SLASH! Whatever you like to call same-sex love, its there, and with about 99% of the Smurf Village male, how could it not? :P I This is meant to be taken SERIOUSLY, and enjoyed. This is not a spoof humor fic! Sadness, and angst abound! Adult stuff, and sadness. Enjoy. ~_n
*******
Brainy pummeled down the stairs, taking 3, 4 at a time, the last five he jumped, and careened with fright into the kitchen. His heart was racing in time with his feet, not knowing what he would find, not caring, just hoping, praying, that it was just another harmless accident, Clumsy was okay, it would all be okay.
He stopped, in a dead moment of silence, and his voice was a whisper.
"C-Clumsy!"
Not the insult, the noun, and he breathed the word again. For in the huge pile of mess that surrounded him, the smurf was nowhere to be seen. The stack of dishes almost seemed to take on a life of their own, a frying pan nose, two saucer eyes, and broken plate grinning toothily at him in evil triumph. The mess taunted him, echoing the insanity of his previous potion making frame of mind. Pain, pain and a taunting voice, 'This is what you waisn\isn't it? This is what you asked for, correct?' beating its mocking intonation into his brain.
He breathed.
"Clumsy!?"
Pots, pans, plates, silverware.Brainy closed his eyes tightly, moaniand and stepped toward the pile, wincing at the sound of tinkling glass and a ghostly moan, that could only mean one thing, one heart rending syllable to voice his fears in completion.
"Oh Clumsy."
He leaned down, eyes widening, fear and panic gripping him, as the site of a trembling, bloody hand wiggling painfully from beneath the mountain of metal. Blood dripped onto the floor, staining the bright mahogany polish of the wood, sinking through the grain of the wood as blood creeps and slithers through veins.
The sight of blood, its rich dark ochre hue acting as the proverbial red flag to a bull, sent a tornado swirling Brainy's inner vital organs into a twisted knot, he lurched, but before he could vomit, a thick feeling in his chest tugged him into cyclonic action. Layers of pots, plates, pans, silverware, were carefully stripped one torturous item at a time from the pile, checking for limbs, blood or any sign of life as carefully as if he were searching for a needle in a haystack. Slowly, painstakingly, his efforts were rewarded. The monstrous pile was defeated at last, revealing the form of his lover, lying unconscious, on his back, bruised, and trickling blood from some unknown wound below him, eyes closed, but breathing, the chest rising and falling in soft raspy rhythm.
Oh thank Smurf!
Pushing down the panic that had churned his insides into a frothy mass, Brainy leapt up and went fumbling for the cabinet near the pantry, moaning grievously to himself. Where was it? Where was the first aid kit? He had left it on the counter just the other day and.Ah-ha!
Grabbing the white handled metal box that Papa Smurf had helped him put together himself, Brainy knelt down on the ground next to his love, checking his pulse, carefully lifting each limb with the gentleness of a merchant handling a porcelain statue, to check for broken bones, and upon lifting the smurf into a semi-sitting position, was glad to see that the bleeding was from some minor cuts caused by shards of a porcelain mug that Clumsy had the unfortunate luck to land upon. But that did not mean all was well, and Brainy stilled himself for a moment, breathing in and out, until he was able to take another look down at his lover, and simply breathe.
A soft moan from the smurf himself caused Brainy to stir, and he lifted the black and 'blue' smurf into his arms, holding him close to his chest and just thanking all the powers of creation that Clumsy was alive.
"Clumsy?" came the cracked and soft voice that Brainy couldn't recognize as his own.
"B-Brainy." was the whispered answer.
Clumsy was trembling, a frantic look of fear and panic written on his face.
"One minute."
Brainy stood up, shaking, but now somewhat firmly in control of his nerves, and carried the injured smurf softly to the couch in the sitting room, where he laid him face down on his stomach. Kneeling beside the trembling form, Brainy opened his kit, speaking quietly, tears streaming down his face as he pressed an alcohol swab to the cuts, sobbing and shaking.
"I-Its all m-my fault, s-shouldn't of yelled, I-I-I."
Clumsy turned, and took a hold of the trembling hand and the cotton swab with his own trembling fingers. Brainy turned his eyes up to survey Clumsy with an expression of hurt and guilt, and Clumsy smiled, eyes turning into soft orbs of adoration and wonder, a bright flush from the sudden rush of inertia lighten his pale thin face.
"It's ALL right."
There was a moment of silence, and Brainy looked down at his hands quietly, tears pouring down, unashamedly. He had failed, or nearly did. Clumsy.He had never been this hurt before. And damn that potion to hell he had nearly lost his lover in his desperation to save him. Brainy closed his eyes, and drew in a long firm breath. The room seemed to mock him. The floral curtains a symbol of peace was a mask of sunshine that hid from view the stormy and violent world of rain pouring just a foot from where they sat. The chest of drawers, a present from Smurfette, was 'looking' down at them with a smiling mocking appearing, drawers half hinged as if asking, 'Well, what did you expect?' and a large picture of the two of them together, just ing ing each other, made Brainy want to weep. Failure seemed imminent in every line and curve of the room, from the rotting floorboards that should have been replaced long ago to the old and crumbling roof which was dripping its opinion down into a pot on the floor by the door. Was this supposed to be some sort of sign? That some things were just to broken to fix?
"Do you want me t fin find Papa Smurf?" Brainy asked in hopeless misery. He looked down into Clumsy's weary eyes and the guilt overwhelmed him completely.
Clumsy stirred, and sat up onto his elbows to look at Brainy through one bruised eyebrow. The eyes scrutinized Brainy for a moment, ovoid lids narrowing slightly, their bruised flesh a curtain over dark brown, bloodshot and weary irises. The smurfs face stayed in that expression for a long time, causing Brainy to shift uncomfortably, then the raw curvature of a smile made itself known, lighting up his world all over again.
"No.I trust you Brainy."
Brainy nodded, relief swelling in his chest, and pulled a roll of bandages from his kit. With hands that no longer shook nearly as hard, he began to wrap the gauzy length apologetically around his lover's battered body, taken gentle care of bruised and fractured ribs, and he distracted himself by talking, the one thing at least he had some experience in.
"If.You're well enough.we could go for a walk, get something from Baker's kitchen.I hear he's been making some sort of surprise stew or something every night this week, that's what Smurfette said anyway."
Clumsy just nodded quietly to all this, eyes drooping in silent tiredness, reveling in the sound of his lover's voice until he felt a soft hand on his back, soothing him, drawing small circles in his skin with rough fingertips calloused from their exposure to years of alchemical reactions and accidental spillages. Everything was all right. Everything was ALWAYS all right when Brainy was there, nothing could go wrong. If only Brainy realized how special he REALLY was.
"I'd like that.We don't do anything together anymore."
Brainy put his ear to the other's back, catching the thump, thump sound of a heartbeat and the shallow sound of breathing. There was something there, some hidden message that floated calmly to the surface, teasing him, and Brainy tried to understand it, but succeeded only in feeling Clumsy breathe worriedly at his pause. His eyes drifted to the stairs, and then down to his lover, prone, on the couch, and he wondered just what Clumsy would taste like right now, because their lips hadn't met in days, and were starting to grow strange of each other.
"Its very important, the potion." Brainy said apologetically. "But it can wait, for now.You're more important.Much more."To CTo Clumsy, that answer was good enough, and he reached up to kiss Brainy, answering the unasked question with a soft silent sigh. That kiss fillrainrainy with just enough hope that he leaned forward, kissing Clumsy back, thinking 'to smurf with dinner,' this was what he needed.
To be continued.
Shorter chapter than the last, I know, but people wanted something, so here it is. Next part, dinner.bwahahahaha!