| Title: A Step In The Night
Blame KwyckSylver for this one, all I did was... uh... hmm Ok, blame me...
and whatever muse writes the weird stuff for me... Can you hear the splatting
noise as this crap I write hits your computer? KwyckSylver is innocent,
she merely suggested the place, the er...sexy bit, and who did the sexy
bit ^_^ Thank you my dear!
Warnings And Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing, nor do I claim to. All
I own is this story, possibly.
This Fic Contains: High weirdness, any song your little heart desires, slight
lemony qualities though not much, yaoi, and a... pairing
oh yeah, and it's
probably AU If you don't like the crud that falls out of my head at times
like these... merely say so, and I shall try to forestall any future hazardous
waste. If you like it, tell me that too, and I'll try to satisfy you ^_^
Step In The Night
"Tell me something."
It's another night on the
road, and he leans close to whisper in my ear. The highway stretches dark
and vacant far ahead of us, fields flying past, a whir of yellow gone
to monochrome in the darkness.
"What?" I clear my throat
afterwards; it's been a few hours since we've said anything. The radio
blaring to fill in the void of the night, and our faces turned towards
destination, empty highway.
He's so close, warm against
my side, and my foot feels leaden on the accelerator just knowing he's
going to start something. It's his voice, that difference in timbre and
volume when he wants me. He always seems to want me in one way or another.
And I never mind, it's something... yeah, something.
"Do you ever wonder if your
blood can beat in time to music?"
He leans closer still, and
I swear I feel the need swelling within him and spreading out against
me, it's a warm blanket on this night. I feel the car thrum below me,
around me. And he's swimming in my blood; can the music do the same? "You
ask the strangest questions."
The call of the night swings
outside the car window, and the blacktop just keeps stretching its lazy
fingers into eternity.
"Does that mean you don't
wonder? Listen." He slips forward and turns up the volume, and the beat
pours into the car and out our open windows, the night keeps coming up
against the windshield, and my body shakes with the music. But it's not
my blood, no. It's all just symphonic noise delivered to my ears.
"Show me what you mean. I'll
feel it if you show me."
"I see, I'm not the only one
saying strange things tonight."
It's the stars, or maybe the
road. I can see why sometimes late at night people would drive themselves
to death. Just let the blackness hypnotize them and they fall into its
spell. It's him, he's so close, fingers drawing patterns on my neck, and
I can feel him watching. I don't say strange things, I know them. As much
as one can know about something.
"I'll show you the beat of
the blood within." He whispers against my ear right before he nips at
it and crawls closer. There's no one else on this road tonight, just us
and the sky, midnight and a moon above. The road stretches on.
He unzips my jeans and I tighten
my hands on the wheel, the music swells in the speakers and pounds out
into the open space of the car. The backseat picks up the echoes and pummels
them through my head.
"Don't close your eyes. It's
safe to look." He smiles, I can tell. It's that tone of voice; I can hear
the promise even as it rides below the music. I can't look down, and I
want to, but the road calls me, infinity in the dark, I'm traveling and
moving in more places than one in more times than I can count. And the
beat, it's rocking through me.
Those lips, that hair, and
those eyes, these are a few of my favorite things. And I love now when
they all go into play. I'm leaning my head back and listening to the throb
of the speakers, the moan of the music. And my foot, it just grows heavier.
We're speeding down this road, and it's so late, I think the sun's going
to come up and shine. I can't wait to see it with him.
I close my eyes for an instant,
heaven needs a private moment, and his mouth can only be part of it. It
feels so incredible, this hot sensation and his touch, I love his touch.
He pauses and in a soft voice that caresses me, whispers to open my eyes,
I do, and the music beats
at me and it chains me to his mouth.
The wind's flying against
us, and the sounds all ripped away as it leaves the car. I can feel the
night, I can feel him. Maybe it's all the same, this music is so good.
Pounding, aching, the road could be lonely, but it's never going to be,
as long as he stays in this car with me.
My body, my mind, and it's
banging to the beat of one, but it's not the music I feel, it's him, just
"I can't feel the music."
I whisper, and the road just grows blacker, inky threads of night splashing
against us. Yellow slashes, bright flashes of white, fields flying past
"Can you feel your blood?"
"I can feel you. You are my
"Then watch the road, Heero."
And Duo bends against me once more. The morning will be here soon and
I love him. It's enough on this stretch of road.
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