Meet The Family

"It's a silly dream." He said bluntly.

Marius laughed.

"You've got such a funny sense of humor, Hagen~"

"I wasn't fuckin' joking."

He laughed again.

"Oh, you~ Lay down on the bed, would you, sweetie?"

Hagen just shook his head at that, but he laid down like he was told.

"Don't call me that."

"Want me to unclothe you, or...?"

"Duh." He replied, toying with his jacket again.

Marius swiftly removed Hagen's belt and then unbuttoned his pants. He climbed on top of him, looking very meek.

"Make it good; it's all I'll get for the next however long you decide to keep me boxed up here." He replied, looking bored.

He smiled, kissing Hagen on the lips.

"I'll do this every day, though."

He smiled.

"No, this is it. And it's only because I'm desperate."

"...Oh. Well, if you insist." He laughed nervously. "...Don't real couples have sex more often?"

"We're not a real couple."

"Then let's become one," he insisted.

"Why the fuck would I ever want to be a real couple with you." He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I barely even like you."

He blushed, suddenly embarrassed.

"But you said..."

"What? I said what?" He asked, snarling. "what the hell are you talking about?"

"During the war, you said you loved me," he replied. "You said you liked sleeping with me--you said you liked me."

Hagen looked away, frowning deeply.

"I already told you. That was different."

"Then what are we, right now?" he asked seriously.

He wrinkled his nose, sitting up so he could grab Marius by the collar.

"Look, why the fuck do you need to know what we 'are', can't you just leave it at what's already been said?" He snapped, irritated. "You've got me locked up in this fuckin' hellhole and now you keep questioning me about a bullshit relationship that happened while I was vulnerable and lonely and stupid."

He shook Marius, but his hands were already shaking. He felt his nose sting and he immediately moved so he could look away. No tears, not right now.

Marius stared downward, not even acknowledging Hagen's presence.

"You think I'm a freak...say it, Hagen. Say I'm a freak."

"Of course I think you're a fuckin' freak!" He shouted. "God, how dense are you? You're completely insane, Jesus Christ."

He hadn't meant to be so harsh, it had just sort of happened.

"I knew it," he mumbled to himself. "Knew it, knew it...I'm a freak. A freak. Always a freak. That's what the nurses say, that's what the soldiers say, that's what the whores say, the walls--freak, freak, freak..."

Hagen bit his lip, attempting to fix his pants. It was kind of awkward all around, all things considered.

"I'm leaving." He said, trying to sound tough, but he really just sounded freaked out.