Black Waves

When There Is An Aftermath

"Ow fuck!" Remington groans when Andy is wiping the blood from his face. His nose isn't broken but it sure is bloody. Andy cleans him mostly up and then helps him stand up. Emerson frowns and watches from the doorway. 

"This wasn't how it was supposed to go..." Emerson says sadly. "You guys really need to talk it out."

Remington looks tired and defeated. Andy is ready to fight again. "How can we all talk it out while Seb is constantly slut shaming him? Accusing him of fucking around and asking to get hurt? How in the hell can we talk to someone who just plays a video of his brother getting raped like it's nothing?"

"He's just hurt because we all thought you two were going on a vacation and then never came back." Emerson looks down. "I'm upset about it too."

"And how are you acting? Are you throwing punches at your brother?"

Emerson shakes his head. "He got into drinking again when Remi called saying you two were moving. Right when you texted us he just started buying drinks early in the morning. He isn't handling this the right way at all."

Remington grabs Andy's hand. "C...can we please go home?" Andy nods and they both stand up. 

"Listen, if you guys want to talk it out, we are here for it. Sebastian has to be sober next time. We are only in town for a short while so..." 

The two men get back to Andy's place shortly after. Remington hasn't said anything at all and Andy is scared for his health. Remington plops into bed and Andy follows, laying next to him. 

"Talk to me baby, you are making me nervous." Andy says, rubbing Remington's arm.

"My life only causes problems for everyone." Remington mumbles. "Sebastian is drinking himself into a stupor, Emerson is depressed as fuck, you got hurt for sticking up for me..." He sighs. 

"Do you want to hurt yourself baby?"

"I'm going to end it all after you fall asleep." Andy gulps and looks at the man. Remington must be in some state of psychosis or something. He has no emotion to his face...

"Now you know that's not going to help anything right?" Andy continues to rub his arm. He shakes his arm a little. "Remi, baby, come back to me."

"I don't want to be here anymore." He gets up and heads out the bedroom door. Andy gets up and grabs him by the arm and pushes him against the wall. 

"You can't go anywhere right now baby. You need to rest and go to sleep." 

"I mean it Andy. I need to go. I'm done hurting people." Remington's eyes look so dark...so unlike him...

"Lilies. White roses. Dahlias. Cherry blossoms," Andy says, watching some light come back into Remington's eyes. "Waterfalls, woods, sun and stars. Remember how I said I'd fuck you on top of the wedding cake?"

Remington has a slight smile. Okay this is working. "We also need something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Your beautiful blue eyes," he mumbles. "I can wear my really old beat up pair of Chuck Taylors."

Andy laughs. "Sounds great. How about the other two... I can borrow some of your jewelry. And my suit will be new?"

Remington busts out laughing. "If this isn't some hodge podge wedding list I don't know what else it could be."

Andy hugs him tight. "Are you feeling any better baby?" Remington nods and looks down.

"I'm sorry for what I said. I don't know what came over me."

Andy sighs and brings him back to bed. "You have been doing through a lot. Just don't hurt yourself when I'm sleeping, okay?"

Both the men strip to their boxers and relax into each other. "I love you Ands"