Posted: January 2004
Title: Hungry Heart
Author: Alex
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Genre: RPS
Characters: None really, Karl/Harry implied.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not know nor imply anything about the people in these stories. They are parody of real and therefore not true.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Author's Note: I felt drabblish!

Summary: Marton's heart hungers for the past.

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The whole cast showed up for the barbecue at Billy's house. Billy was a gracious host and provided as much food and drink as they could manage. Which was quite a bit. Hobbits really did eat as much as they did in Tolkien's books. Though they weren't the only ones, as everyone made merry.

Marton had shown up late, hoping that Karl would not be there. But he was. He sat with Harry, smiling and touching the older man with a familiarity that told everyone who he would be leaving with.

Marton watched Karl as he ate, watched him lick sauce from his fingers, watched him drink deeply from the frosty glass then lick the foam from his lips and his mustache. He attacked the food as if it were a lover that he couldn't get enough of. He looked at Marton as he ate.

Marton ached. Karl was a fucking banquet and they both knew it.

He remembered Karl devouring him as he had the food, the drink. He remembered when Karl couldn't get enough of him. Those lips had driven him to make promises he could never keep, to promise things not his to give.

Like his heart.

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THE END

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