✽ Butterfly ✽ - A Falsettos Oneshot

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Sunlight streamed in through the windows of Marvin's bedroom, the two men sleeping peacefully beside each other on the slightly warm spring day. Marvin somewhat grumbled as he rolled on his side, facing the other man. His eyes fluttered open, them soon adjusting to the bright room. A soft, sweet smile appeared on Marvin's face as his eyes fell upon Whizzer, who was snoring quietly next to him. Marvin observed the other man, his position, the way his chest rose and fell as he snored, the way his hair fell into his eyes, the tranquil look upon his face. That gorgeous, stupid face of his. He loved the other man, more than anything, but he wouldn't admit it to him or anyone else for that matter. He had to play the game right, not let his emotions get in the way. He slipped up too much already.

The shorter man shifted a bit, sitting up against the headboard. He lifted his hand, softly tracing his finger gingerly along Whizzer's shoulder, moving along further down to his arm before stopping at the place where the other man's arm went under the blanket. Marvin went back up again, feeling the soft skin against the tips of his fingers and sighing out an adoring sigh. When Whizzer began to stir, most likely due to his sigh, he quickly pulled his hand away. He didn't quite understand why he had done that, but he did. Marvin watched as Whizzer's brow furrowed and his nose crinkled. Whizzer shifted up a bit, leaning on one elbow and rubbing his eyes awake with the back of his hand. Marvin's smile hadn't faded. That was one of the things that Whizzer always had control over when playing their little ploy. He made Marvin smile even when he didn't want to.

"What are you smiling about this early in the morning?" Whizzer asked after his own eyes adjusted to the amount of light in the room. He raised his eyebrow and Marvin couldn't help but chuckle a little. He shook his head, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"You," He replied. Marvin felt the bed shift, felt movement to the left of him, and peeked through one eye. Whizzer had a sly-looking smirk plastered on his face as he had moved from previously being on his back to now his stomach. The other man's chin rested in his palm as he looked up at him. Marvin peered at him, narrowing his eyes.

"Whizzer, you're making the face again. What?" He groaned, raising both his eyebrows. His expression dripped of annoyance. He hated it when he made that face. Whizzer always had something pithy and subtly dry to say when he made it.

"You love me," Whizzer answered, the words seeming to make the charming male grin. His eyebrow flicked up. Marvin could tell that he wanted him to admit it, admit the truth. Instead, he snorted, a small, coy smile flashing across his face. He didn't answer and Whizzer leaned forward as if awaiting an answer.

"Well...?"

"Nope, completely wrong. I hate you," He teased the other male with sarcasm, his smile growing a little. Whizzer slapped his arm playfully, grumbling something inaudible to Marvin.

"Ow," He joked, snickering a bit. Marvin lifted his hand, delicately running his middle and forefinger through Whizzer's messy and soft hair, cupping the side of his face in the process of doing so. Whizzer leaned his head in towards his hand, humming a little, and Marvin couldn't help but smile, his expression softening. Whizzer noticed, which caused him to crack a grin.

"Liar,"

"Shut up," Marvin mumbled, toying with the strands of hair that his fingers touched. Whizzer loved having his hair played with. He watched as his lover's eyes closed, his face resting against Marvin's hand and a soft sigh escaping his pretty-boy lips. Marvin's heart jumped at the sight. He couldn't believe that this amazing idiot was in his bed, in his arms. Whizzer's brown hair, his smile, his jawline, his soft eyes, his everything; Marvin loved it. He couldn't bare the game they played and the dancing around their feelings. It seemed like Whizzer felt the same way as well, but he could never seem to fully read him.

Marvin's hand pulled Whizzer's face closer, kissing the other male's gentle, unprepared lips. He felt Whizzer stiffen up for a second or two, before relaxing and kissing him back. He really couldn't hold himself back at this point. Whizzer's lips tasted sweet and he smelled of fresh leather and vanilla and his skin was so soft, so soft. Marvin was addicted to it, all of it. Whizzer was very, very addictive. How could someone be so perfect? The kiss soon got rough and sloppy and heated and somehow Marvin ended up on top of the taller male with their hands all over each other and their tongues tied together in a remarkable way. It was all an incredible blur and Marvin loved it. He loved him.

He pulled away from the kiss, panting from being out of breath. He looked down at the man underneath him, locking eyes with him. Marvin and Whizzer shared a moment of gazing, taking in the moment, before they both started chuckling. The shorter male rested against Whizzer, laying his head against his clavicle. His arms found their way around his lover's waist. After they had stopped laughing, Marvin bit his lip.

"You win... I love you," He hesitantly spoke in a quiet voice. He couldn't deny that he felt like a damn schoolgirl, confessing like this. His heart was pounding and he was surprised that Whizzer didn't notice, or at least didn't say anything. They had been together for almost a year. He didn't think this would be so hard. Their relationship was complicated, though, and the game is what they both were used to. Marvin was terrified of the future.

"Wrong. You won a long time ago," Whizzer muttered.

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The memory faded from Marvin's brain when it ended and he let out a hopeless sigh. Today was that day. Today was the anniversary, the one he dreaded every year. He visited Whizzer twice a year, once on their anniversary and once on the day he had passed. He missed Whizzer more and more as time had gone by. Marvin had never found anyone better; anyone that could kiss better or talk better or understand him better. Whizzer was irreplaceable. Whizzer was God's blessing on this Earth that Marvin hadn't deserved and probably never will deserve.

Maybe the reason he was gone was because Marvin was too much of an asshole to him and everyone around him way back. Marvin hated the thought of his old self. He was too mean, too cruel. He abused Trina and then Whizzer. He was a better man after falling for Whizzer, but that doesn't fix his mistakes. This was his punishment and he knew it. He was given something to love dearly and then had it ripped from his arms, and it still hurt. It probably will always hurt.

Marvin knelt beside the gravestone, dusting it off with his free hand, the other hand holding a bouquet of roses. Whizzer would come back to life and kick his ass if he didn't keep it clean. The thought made Marvin smile weakly. He could hear him, in his mind.

"Marvin, if you don't make my grave look as great as I did when I was alive, I will come back and drop-kick your pretty ass. You know I was trained in karate."

Tears were falling now. He missed Whizzer. He would do anything to have him back. Marvin set the bouquet down in front of the headstone. Roses. Whizzer always wanted roses from him. He always found them to be too cheesy and traditional, but he never thought about that after his death. He sat where he was kneeling, a smile weakly on his face as he stared at his name and the dates.

Marvin sat there for a long while, staring, thinking. Just spending time there consoled him. Something caught his eye. A flutter. A flutter of wings. A swallowtail butterfly had landed on the rose closest to the sky. Marvin let out a shaky, slow breath he hadn't known he was holding. He stared at the butterfly with narrowed eyes.

"Reincarnation isn't real. Don't try to trick me," Marvin spoke, speaking to the insect. Its wings flitted.

Idiot.

"He died. He's been dead for years," A tear dripped down his face.

I'm right here, you bastard.

"I appreciate the condolence, though. You should know that I'm Jewish. I wouldn't fall for that so easily," Marvin chuckled, sniffling. The butterfly rose and gracefully landed on Whizzer Brown's gravestone.

I swear, Marv, you're so damn oblivious. It's one of the many things I love about you, although it's a pain-in-the-ass trait.

"I should probably get going," Marvin stood up to leave, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I love you, Whizzer." He muttered.

I love you too.

Marvin watched as the butterfly lifted itself into the air on its yellow and black wings, flutter in a circle, before flying away.