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Faded Memories
Gaston collapsed into the sheets, a content smirk on his face. He lay exposed on the unmade bed, the afternoon sun shining in past the drapes. LeFou pulled one of the fur blankets over his body, remembering his modesty. Sleepily he snuggled up to Gaston, laying his head on the huntsman’s stomach. Gaston ran a hand through LeFou’s hair, and closed his eyes, enjoying the touch as LeFou absent mindedly caressed his hip.
LeFou was completely spent and incredibly happy. Being with Gaston was all he ever wanted, and each time they lay together he knew he had to be the luckiest man in the world. As he drifted from his thoughts, his eyes focused on the spot near Gaston’s hip where he was rubbing. There was the smallest of faded scars on Gaston’s body. When they went to war, and Gaston got his first battle scar, LeFou could tell he didn’t care for the white marks that would remain forever on his flawless body. Though he appreciated the heroism of it and loved showing it off to women.
LeFou had reminded Gaston that scars were a sign of strength and bravery, and he hoped to have made the Captain feel a little better about it. They were so young then, he remembered.
This tiny, jagged scar, was only about half an inch long, It was so faded now, that he wasn’t surprised he hadn’t noticed it for a while. A big deal for LeFou as he knew every inch of Gaston’s body possibly better than he knew his own.
LeFou tried to remember where Gaston had acquired this scar. It had been there since the war, but he couldn’t remember where it was from. LeFou rubbed over the scar gently, feeling the calm inhale and exhale of his Captain. “Gaston?” LeFou finally asked when his curiosity got the better of him.
“What is it, my love?” Gaston asked him, eyes still closed. He might have fallen asleep soon if LeFou didn’t speak.
LeFou sat up, the blanket still draped around his body. “Where did you get this scar?” He asked and gently touched his hip.
Gaston lifted his head in question and leaned to the side, looking to where LeFou was touching. Gaston felt the scar with his hand and observed it for a moment, trying to remember as well. When the memory came to him he let his head drop back down to the pillow, eyes finding the beams that crossed the white ceiling.
LeFou flipped his hair behind his back and snuggled into Gaston, pulling the blankets over both of them as Gaston wrapped a strong arm around him.
“Was it from the war?” LeFou asked.
“No.” Gaston brought his hand up to meet his brow. “It must have been my first scar. I couldn’t have been any older than six.”
“Six?” LeFou played in Gaston’s chest hair. “How do you remember that?”
Gaston chuckled fondly. “Because we just started our studies that year. I remember how surprised my father was when I came home from school early that day, with blood on my hands from a fight. The lad threw me into one of the fences and a nail must have been sticking out. It ripped through my trousers and took skin with it.”
LeFou blushed and covered his mouth at the memory that came back. “Oh Gaston, you poor baby.” He giggled.
Gaston laughed. “I came back full force though. And whipped him twice as bad. Do you remember that boy, LeFou? His family left the village ages ago. It was a really big ordeal. I remember my father dealing with a lot from them.”
LeFou frowned and sat up. “Rolande and his family. Yes, I remember. He used to sit behind me in first year. He was always pulling my hair and stealing my stuff. Sometimes he spit on me during break time.”
Gaston huffed at the memory. “I know, do you remember what I did when I found out?”
LeFou remembered some, but the memories had faded. “I don’t recall a lot about that year.” He reminded Gaston, trying not to think of the reason why. He had been in shock when his mother died at the end of that year, and the pain of it clouded a lot of his memories.
Gaston took LeFou’s hand in his, intertwining their fingers. Comforting him with physical touch rather than discussing it. “I approached him on the way out of class one day and told him I would push him off the steps if he didn’t leave you alone. He said he didn’t think I could do it.”
LeFou winced. “Oh, that was the wrong thing to say.”
Gaston raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “When I did he got up, grabbed me, and the bustle began, right there in the yard. It must have taken Forrester ten minutes to break us up.” He laughed at that.
LeFou giggled. “I remember that now. You two were always going at it.”
“I didn’t like it that he was picking on my best friend.” Gaston pinched LeFou’s chin lovingly.
LeFou blushed and leaned on one elbow so he might stare at Gaston’s gorgeous face. “He wasn’t as bad as some of the others. And certainly not worth spilling your blood over.” LeFou rubbed the spot on Gaston’s hip where the scar was.
Gaston would have grabbed LeFou’s shirt and pulled him in for a kiss, but since he was shirtless he brought his hand around the back of his neck through his hair and pulled him in, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. “You’re always worth any amount of blood, my love. My own, or another’s.” Gaston winked, causing LeFou to swoon.
LeFou came back to Gaston’s chest. “I wonder what ever became of Rolande.” He pondered.
Gaston gently played with LeFou’s soft hair, recalling their early childhood. “My father said they moved somewhere towards the north. Other than that, I don’t think anyone has heard from them.”
“His father and my papa always but heads a lot. I remember him saying. I always felt a little bad for Rolande. His father was rough.”
“You have such a sweetheart, my beauty.” Gaston moved his hand down LeFou’s lower back.
LeFou hummed happily. “Is that how I enchanted you to punch all my bullies for me?”
Gaston laughed. “Must be.” He played along. “You must have put me under your spell.”
The End