MOVE THE PAWN.

reverie

CW: abuse implications!! //

"whizzer? are you daydreaming again?"

whizzer scowled at the overbearingly loud question. "what's there to daydream about, im already living the dream! cant you tell?" he said smugly, taking a few very slow steps at a time to make his way to the same room as his boyfriend.

"i've been calling your name for forty five  minutes, whizzer." marvin replied, not acknowledging his boyfriends lame excuse for witty sarcasm. "you really shouldn't drift off into whizzer world like that, it's not healthy." "whizzer world?" the brunette giggled out. "what the hell is whizzer world?" marvin spun his body around to finally make eye contact with whizzer. "the place you scamper off to whenever i request your presence. or as mendel likes to call it, your inner peace palace." whizzer chuckled once again, this time with a hint of disapproval echoing the living room.

marvin picked up on it very quickly, and began to fix his posture. he crossed his arms in a way that'd make you think he was sending back whizzers disapproving laugh straight into his jaw.

whizzer inhaled shakily in response. things had gotten very tense very fast. he hated being shot down like that. 'request your presence', shit made him sound like some sort of perverted robot. or maybe a butler in one of marvin's fucked up fantasies. the ones where he made whizzer feel like he was the least important, incompetent, invaluable wretch, in all of the city. the thought of a fantasy like that made him tense up even more.

"what was it you wanted, marv?" the older man slouched back into his seat. the couch they first had sex on. it was weird watching marvin just sit on it as if they hadn't done such heinous things while on that same furniture. whizzer looked up at all the pictures around him. the living room was practically littered with framed pictures of jason, painted indecent imagery, and plants. who would of thought, marvin gardens was a gardener. it kind of turned him on.

"dinner."

"what?"

"you haven't made dinner yet. were you expecting to order out tonight?"

whizzer pinched the bridge of his nose, promptly closing his eyes before doing so. "you could ask a little more politely, you know." he huffed. so much has yet to change since their last break up. and there he was, praising him for gardening. this had to have been some sort of sick joke.

"my apologies. are you making dinner tonight? because i know i'm not getting up right now and you seem to not be doing anything. unless your reverie seems to be keeping you busy as per usual." marvin snapped back. how was he a real person? how was he real? why was he treating him like a housewife again? after all they'd been through?

if he had things his way he would've never went back after their last break up. he would've stayed with charles.

oh sweet, sweet charles. charles was great. he had nice rosy cheeks, a button nose, brown doe eyes, and the most welcoming smile a man could dream of. he made whizzer feel like somebody. not just a pawn to make trina and mendel feel like they'd actually lost something of value, because god knows marvin thinks he's worth a million bucks. no, charles was different.

but charles was gone now. he had to vacate his home since his sister had caught the newest infection that was spreading around like crazy. charlotte had warned himself and marvin about it before whizzer met charles. AIDS was it? yes. it was definitely AIDS. and charles told whizzer he didn't want him anywhere near something that could take his life like that. he couldn't lose two important people. not under his watch. so, he let him go.

but whizzer hadn't let him go. in fact, whizzer still called him every few weeks to make sure he hadn't caught the awful disease himself. but he couldn't call charles now. he had to put up with marvin.

"well-" whizzers unthought through rebuttal was cut off by the piercing sound of a ringing doorbell and about a dozen aggressive knocks. he rushed to the door and opened it, not even bothering to check through the little window on the door.

"oh, good evening!" said a very blonde very poshly dressed woman. cordelia, one of the lesbians from next door, the chef! and she was holding a few bags of what smelled like spaghetti. thank god for his unearned miracles. "i brought over some food, is marvin home?" whizzer grinned with so much gratitude. "yes, he is actually. i'm sure he'll be excited to see you, come in if you please!"

whizzer moved out of the way as cordelia made her way to the kitchen. marvin stood up at the sound of rushing steps. "cordelia?" he smiled sweetly as he took in the scent of her glorious meal. he would bask in the fumes all day long if he could.

"yes! i've come over with some nice pasta and freshly baked bread for you two! it's the least i could do for you guys since you've been here for us for so long! plus i did have some left overs from my last catering order!" cordelia announced proudly. she looked over to marvin who was now standing next to whizzer with his arms folded. it seemed to be his signature pose.

"thank you, delia. we appreciate all you do." marvin replied in a slightly genial voice. even if it was only slight it was way different from the tone he just had with whizzer, and that pissed him off. it pissed him off a lot.

"i think i need to use the bathroom." said whizzer who was already trying to fight the stinging feeling in his eyes. "oh, alright!" the beautifully oblivious woman replied not taking any sort of hint at all.

as whizzer walked off into the bathroom he heard all sorts of chatter in the kitchen. he slid against the bathrooms door, finally letting his hair down.