The Real Reason
Disclaimer: It's official, I don't own Gamer. Too bad. If I owned it, there would be a sequel in which much slash happened. Damn.
Pairing: Sable, Kamon, Simon/Kable.
Note: This was edited 12/22/11 I cut out the beginning author notes. They were too long and with too much rambling.
Note 2: If you spot a mistake just point it out. I'll fix it.
Two months. Two beautiful months of blessed silence. The world had moved on, finally leaving Kable and his family in peace. It had taken reporters two weeks before they stopped hounding Kable. But they quickly found there was no story. The world already knew everything. Castel was an evil bastard that had ruined millions of lives. The world had accepted it and forgot about it. Kable had nearly accepted it and forgot about it. That was until a knock came at the door.
Kable awoke instantly. He had been sleeping in his room. Nights were notorious in his life. They were filled with nightmares. They were filled with memories. Kable found no comfort in the fact that the Nanex was shut down. The technology was still there. One day someone would come along. And the nightmare would just restart. Nothing would have changed. He would be a prisoner again. The next time he might not be as lucky in his player. He was awakened from such nightmarish thoughts by the knock.
He was halfway across the small apartment before a second knock sounded. The apartment was small in the way only New York apartments could be. Two bed rooms, both the size of broom closets, faced each other at the back of a hall that was three feet long. It held a bath room that was permanently dyed brown and a kitchen that only one person could stand in at a time. The only good thing was that the living room was big enough for a long couch, coffee table, and small TV.
A third knock had just begun when Kable reached the door. He didn't open it. Even though he could probable kick whomever's ass was on the other side, prison had made him paranoid. Slayers had made him paranoid. Glancing through the peep hole all he saw was a figure in a gray rain soaked hoody holding a small bundle in their arms. As he watched the small bundled squirmed.
"Kable, I know you're in there." The figure shouted through the door.
Kable froze. The voice was eerily familiar. He knew it as well as his own. He had heard it more than once in his mind. Kable opened the door looking down at the shorter figure.
"Hey Kable. How've you been?" The hooded figure said looking up at him.
The hood fell back, revealing stark blue eyes. Dark purple rings were under his eyes. Brown-the color of the candy Delia loved the most-hair fell over his forehead. Kable looked down into the boy's face. He had never seen him before in real life. He had seen pictures though. Every time he had flipped on the TV for those first two weeks it was all he had seen. But the pictures just didn't compare.
The boy, who had been smiling, frowned. "What?" Simon demanded.
"What are you doing here?" Kable asked.
"Well that's a great fucking greeting. I just walked half a mile in the fucking rain and all I get is a, what are you doing here?" Simon huffed.
Kable ignored the question. "And what is that in your arms?"
"I'll tell you as soon as you let me in."
Kable looked down at the younger man. Then barely restraining a shrug, he stepped out of the way, allowing him in. Simon stepped past him into the apartment. As he did he looked straight into Kable's eyes. Simon's eyes flashed an emotion that Kable couldn't name before his eyes were dropping away to look at the floor. Simon didn't look at him again until he was seated on the couch and had moved the little bundle closer to his chest.
"Simon, that isn't your illegitimate child, is it?" Kable demanded, leaning against a wall.
It bothered him to think that Simon could have had a child. He had been seventeen the last time they had spoken. Kable frowned at the thought. He didn't like thinking of Simon being with some girl that was probable only a gold digging bitch.
"No dumbass. It's a puppy." Simon held it out and the little thing with eyes so dark they appeared black looked straight at Kable.
"You brought me a dog?" Kable raised an eyebrow looking, passed the puppy and at Simon.
Simon rolled his eyes. "No. I brought Delia a dog. Every kid should have one at least once during their childhood. Where is Delia anyway?"
"She's at school." Kable was smiling slightly. "What are you really-?"
"Where's Angie?" He broke in.
Kable's smile vanished. Simon was sad to see it go. He hadn't had much chance of seeing the ex-slayer smile. If he hadn't worked his ass off to find Kable he would never have had the chance, period.
"Simon, what is the real reason you're here?" Kable demanded.
"Tell me where Angie is." Simon tried to barter.
"She ran off with some guy she met when she worked in society. I believe she got the divorce papers about three weeks ago. It went through about Monday of last week." Kable sneered throughout the explanation.
"Oh." Simon said.
"Now tell me why you're here." Kable said dryly.
"I thought Delia would like Pistachio." Simon stated again.
Before he could blink Kable was leaning over him and forcing him and Pistachio into the couch. Kable's arms blocked Simon in on either side. The older man was so close that Simon could see the ripples of slightly different color in the other man's iris. The hard scent of him assaulted Simon and Simon sucked in a nervous breath.
"Simon cut the bull shit. Tell me what the fuck is-Pistachio? What kind of name is that?" Kable demanded, suddenly realizing what Simon had named the dog.
Simon let out a relieved (disappointed) breath as Kable leaned back. He sat down on the coffee table across from him. He didn't stop looking Simon in the eyes and Simon had to use every bit of his will to keep from looking away. He hugged the puppy closer as he spoke.
"His name." It sounded defensive to even his ears.
"Let me get this straight. You named the dog after a nut?" Kable rubbed a hand over his face. The kid was giving him a head ache.
"It's the best fucking nut in the world." Simon defended again.
"I don't know about that." Kable muttered. Simon glared at him. "And I really don't believe the reason you came here was to give away a dog that already has a name."
"That's shit. He needed a name and-" Simon started.
"No. I'm not done. If you named him, you must be attached to him. Why are you trying to give away a dog that you could just take home with you?"
"The motel doesn't allow dogs." Simon muttered quietly, hopping Kable wouldn't ask. Of course Kable did.
Kable could very clearly hear Simon think, damn it.
"Yeah. You know. It's a cheap place to stay and most the time it's covered in roaches and unclean beds? A place where it's safer to sleep with a loaded gun under your pillow then it is to leave the door unlocked? Ringing any bells yet?" Simon snapped.
"No fucking duh, smart ass. I meant why are you staying in a motel? I thought you were seventeen."
"I turned eighteen about a month ago." Simon told him, absently petting Pistachio.
"Simon," Kable all but growled.
"Well it's not like I could go stay with my sister. He said that if she let me stay he would cut her off too. Sue couldn't live without his fucking money. Bitch. And he's just a fucking prick." Simon ranted. "At least she gave me enough to rent a motel for awhile."
Kable glared at him, gray eyes going icy. "Who is he?
"Who?" Simon asked fringing innocence. Simon wished he had never said a word and that Kable would just drop it.
"The prick." Kable said not letting it drop.
"My father. Happy know?" Simon hissed.
"Why did he kick you out?"
"Who said he kicked me out? I could have finally had enough of his controllingness and walked out."
"Controllingness isn't a word." Kable stated.
"Will you leave me alone?" Simon demanded.
"Hey, you showed up at my door. If you want to be alone, you can always leave." Kable snapped.
Kable wished he hadn't when the hurt look flashed across Simon's face. Then the emotion was gone and it was replaced with coldness. He sat down the tiny puppy that looked after him longingly. Kable wondered where Simon had gotten the dirty blond-colored puppy. It looked only a few weeks old. It was possible that it wasn't even old enough to be away from its mother. Kable looked away from the animal when Simon went to get to his feet.
"Where are you going?" Kable demanded catching Simon's arm as he moved to walk passed him.
They both froze for a split second. The simple touch had sent charges of electricity up their arms. Kable watched as Simon's eyes grew wide. Simon had felt it too. Simon jerked his arm away, avoiding Kable's eyes. The new tension filled the space between them. The atmosphere was heavy and the feeling was unyielding to the two men's denying minds.
"Leaving. Got a problem with it?" The teen demanded trying for anger. It wasn't a believable act.
"Yeah. You can't just drop in and out of people's lives." Kable said softly.
"You did it to me!" Simon shouted.
Kable blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"It would have taken you three seconds to find me. It took me nearly two months to find you! My dad fucking kicked me out when he found out I was looking for you!" Simon shouted at Kable.
"Simon, why were you looking for me?" Kable demanded.
Simon didn't say a word. He looked at Kable. A split second later he had launched himself at Kable. Kable stumbled back and fell onto the couch. Simon clung to him the whole way down. Simon, in all his teenage hormonal glory, forced Kable back onto the couch, kissing him with everything he had. Thankfully, Pistachio had jumped off the couch and out of the way. Kable let Simon kiss him. But when Simon started reaching for Kable's pants, Kable grabbed his hand.
"What are you doing?" He demanded voice thick with lust.
Simon blinked. He looked innocent. Like he hadn't just been reaching for-
"What do you think I'm doing?" Simon husked bending down to whisper in Kable's ear.
"I think you have the right idea." Kable told him.
Simon's eyes widened. Then he gasped when Kable flipped their positions in one smooth move. Kable's hands ran over his clothes, over his covered chest. Then his hands were dipping beneath, seeking. Simon's hands were running over Kable's shoulders, feeling and delighting in the muscles underneath. They were kissing and the room begun to grow hot around them. Their tongues danced, intertwined together.
Kable had Simon's shirt half way over his head when they both froze. Footsteps were heading towards the door to the apartment.
"Oh shit." Simon whispered.
"Oh shit is right." Kable returned. Then he was straightening, pulling Simon's shirt back down.
"This fucking sucks." Simon muttered sitting up. He ran a hand through his messy hair. "It was about time I went back to the motel anyway. They would have rented out the room-"
"You are not going back to that motel." Kable stated standing up and walking to the door.
"Well where the hell else am I going to stay?" Simon demanded.
"If you think I'm going to sleep on this couch you're-"
Kable looked at Simon intently. "I can think of a much better place for you to sleep then on the couch."
Simon stared at him for a long moment. Then his face began to heat up. Kable couldn't help but grin.
That is what Delia found when she opened her apartment door. Her father laughing, a red faced boy, and a dog with a strange name barking. She couldn't help but smile.
A/N: Originally written at three in the morning while watching Inception for the first time and sitting in the floor. Hmm…Where the hell did the dog come from?