Title: Fog
Author: Ligeia
Pairing: Richy/Igor
Rating: PG
Category: Romance
Summary: Richard hates fog. Igor loves it.
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Richy Guitar and all related characters were originally created by Michael Laux. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
"I hate fog."
Igor turned to Richard. Those were the first words he'd spoken since they'd left the abandoned warehouse they used as rehearsal room. It was a cold November evening and a thick fog enveloped the city, the dim yellow light coming from the lampposts giving the streets an eerie look.
"Why?"
Richard shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat and frowned. "I hate not being able to see what's right in front of me. It makes me feel... helpless. I hate that."
Igor shrugged. "I love fog. It gives everything a mysterious aura, even these crappy old buildings look interesting."
Richard grinned. "But it makes your hair all wet and limp. Oh, the tragedy."
"Haha. As if I were the only one who spends time doing his hair." Igor reached up and ruffled Richard's blond fringe. "Hypocrite."
"But I don't whine like a girl if something, or someone, ruins it," he replied and brushed a few strands out of his eyes.
"Mmh." Igor took a last drag from his cigarette and threw the butt onto the ground. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, savouring the flavour as the smoke left his lungs.
"There's another reason why I like fog," he said. "It's difficult to be recognised, unless you're really up close."
"So you can go around and make mischief like a naughty little boy, eh?"
"No. So no one will bother me if I do this." Igor pushed Richard up against the dirty brick wall of an old house and kissed him.
Richard smiled into the kiss and placed a hand on Igor's waist, pulling him closer. Igor's kisses were always deep and enthusiastic and his mouth always tasted of tobacco. It had bothered Richard at first, but eventually he had grown accustomed to it. Now he couldn't imagine kissing him without having the faint taste of nicotine lingering in his mouth afterwards.
He pulled back and smiled down at him. "You really are a naughty little boy."
Igor grinned. "Yeah. And I'm damned proud of it."
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November 2005