💨Underneath it’s all the same love💨
Sting x Rogue - Gay Sting / Agender Rogue - Fluff / Angst
“Sting… I want to break up.”
The words caught the man by surprise, made him stumble across the floor and turn to face his lover. Fear stuck in his throat, restricting his breathing, but it only lasted for a second; Rogue was on the verge of tears, hands knotted in their lap and face sullen.
Instead of anger, or hurt, all Sting could muster was confusion. He sank onto his haunches, placing one hand on Rogue’s wrist and the other on their cheek, tilting their head upwards until their eyes could meet.
“And why would we do that?” Sting asked cooly, keeping his voice steady despite the turmoil he felt inside. Clearly Rogue was distressed. Was it his fault? Or were they being blackmailed? The worst scenarios circled in Sting’s mind, and he felt himself being sucked into the whirlpool of them, drowning.
Rogue looked away, to the side of Sting’s head, their lip puffed out petulantly.
“I just think it’ll be for the best.” They whispered, and the anger Sting had been oppressing panged into his heart.
His grip on Rogue tightened.
“The best for who? Because it sure as hell isn’t the best for me. And it doesn’t look like something you want, either.” He fumed, but Rogue pulls their hand from under him, standing in one swift motion, and Sting topples to the ground in front of them.
A beat passes between them, with Sting staring at the carpeted ground and Rogue looming over him. Nothing made sense; Rogue had known that Sting was gay since they were young, and they had been dating for over a year now. Why would his sexuality be distressing to Rogue, of all people?
“And? It’s not as if that’s news to either of us, Rogue.” Sting snapped, wiping the dirt from his knees as he stood, finally on Rogue’s level.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Rogue’s tone was raising in volume, something it rarely did. It took Sting by surprise, but not enough to distract him from their situation.
“Then make me understand.”
He hated how whiny his voice was, and how clingy he was being. Sting loved Rogue, and if this was what they truly wanted then Sting would have to respect that. But Rogue’s bottom lip was trembling, their hands shaking; they were afraid. Sting would never leave the person he loved in this state, no matter what.
Rogue took a deep breath which did not appear to calm their nerves, and let their eyes fall onto Sting’s face.
“Sting, you like men; I am not one. I know you respect me and my identity but…” Rogue paused, cleared their throat until they were sure that they would not cry. “There will come a time when you need a proper man to love, and I can never be that for you.”
Sting blinked slowly, head tilting to the side as he let Rogue’s words wash over him. He laughed lightly,
It slipped out before Sting could stop it, so he was unsurprised when Rogue’s fist impacted with the side of his jaw.
“I’m glad this is so funny to you, Sting. If you don’t mind I’ll be taking my leave now.”
As Rogue moved around him, Sting spun, gripping Rogue’s arm tightly.
“Rogue… I’m sorry. That was not what I meant.” Sting sighed, but still Rogue did not turn around, facing defiantly away from his boyfriend. “Although it is true that I have always been attracted to men, there is more to my attraction than just gender. I no longer see you as a man, Rogue; I see you as the person I love.”
The rigid form in front of him softened, and Rogue slowly began to turn.
“It does not matter to me if you’re a man, woman, or somewhere in between. I love you Rogue, because you’re you. No man could compare, could offer me any more than the devotion you do.” He moved to embrace Rogue from behind, and the relief when they did not pull away was almost painful. “I would never ask for more, because I have everything I need right here.”
“Sting…” Rogue whispered softly, and the man kissed his neck in response.
“So please, don’t leave me Rogue.”
There was silence between them, and then moisture fell on Sting’s hands, hot and heavy tears which had his head snapping up.
“I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?” Rogue cried, but there was a blush to their cheeks, and a smile on their lips; that was answer enough, and the knot in Sting’s stomach began to untie itself.
“Yeah… but you’re my idiot.”
He kissed Rogue’s cheek, and they sank to the ground, clinging onto one another until Rogue stopped crying and the grin finally fell from Sting’s face.
