Dust

Metphies/Haruo. M(?)/M, Yaoi. PWP. Set during Godzilla: City on the Edge of Battle. "Having not seen Metphies since the awakening of Godzilla Earth, Haruo begins to wonder if the time has come to mourn him. But when Metphies returns with the other survivors to rescue them from the Servums, the two are reunited once more." – This story continues the relationship established in "Freedom – Parts 1-3"


"Am I…really doing the right thing? Metphies."


Knowledge is the answer to chaos. Wasn't that what he'd said?

Night in MechaGodzilla City wasn't really night. The light and heat of the nanometal reconstructions illuminated the ground and sky with a red-orange glow like a volcanic caldera on the eve of eruption. It was an apt metaphor for their plans, when Haruo thought about it. The rest of his combined company of soldiers and scientists were all either gathered outside the main control room, scrounging up rations and discussing the plan for the Vulture trap, or they were dispersed throughout the complex, asleep or engaged in other projects. The Bilusaludo, Galu-gu and Belu-be, continued to make micro-corrections to the EMP harpoons as Haruo made his way across the main deck and into one of the side corridors. He shook his head in amusement at their cantankerous mutterings; like two schoolchildren squabbling over a new toy. The corridor continued on for some distance and within minutes, he could no longer hear any other voices echoing through the halls. He tried a door on his left. Haruo wasn't entirely sure where he was going at the moment but he knew that he needed a few moment's peace before dawn.

The geometric gateway to a laboratory antechamber opened and he stepped through it, cautiously looking around the room to see if he could make out anything familiar. No such luck. The read-outs and metrics were all in Bilusaludo and he didn't have the energy or the wherewithal to try and decipher it. At least it was quiet.

Haruo stopped at the far end of the room and took a deep breath. A few more moments passed. And then he bit back a sob. And then another. His hands were shaking and with a soft but sad sound, he slowly dropped to the floor with a dull clank. For the first time in almost as long as he could remember, Haruo finally gave himself permission to grieve.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there or when the door behind him had opened to allow another to enter, since he never heard it. Instead, Haruo slowly became aware of a second presence in the room, somewhere just out of sight. He quieted. Bringing his gloved hand up to wipe at his eyes before grasping his forehead and testily pinching the bridge of his nose. He sniffed and hugged his other arm around his midsection, waiting for the inevitable insult or snide remark to land.

It never did.

The first touch came from behind him; a hand gently resting on his shoulder. Haruo stared down at the floor but his eyes narrowed. This position seemed oddly reminiscent of…. he turned and looked up. Metphies stood over him, his eyes closed, his right hand raised to his forehead in Exif genuflection, and his lips moving in silent prayer. It was the same position they had been in before, on the Aratrum, as Haruo had played the part of the good confessant for his cell camera and Metphies the dutiful priest during their exchange of the self-same classified intelligence that had gotten them here in the first place. Honestly, Haruo didn't know whether to laugh, or to hit him.

"It's you." Haruo sighed at last. "How did you find me?"

Metphies didn't reply at first, though Haruo could feel his hand shift from the back of his shoulder onto the back of his neck. "When you didn't join Martin and the others in the construction hall, I started looking for you. I saw you come down here a few minutes ago. Also, Yuko is looking for you, I think."

Haruo nodded and managed a short, stuttering, breath before scrubbing at his face again. He could still feel the raw edges of tears in his eyes and he was starting to get a headache. When Metphies made no further movement but to continue the light touch at his neck, Haruo reached upwards, without turning, to hold one hand outwards towards the Exif. He wanted the contact but was unsure as to whether or not he could actually face Metphies right now. He didn't know if he could keep it together if he looked into his eyes. So, he waited. When one of Metphies' hands finally came down to entwine in his outstretched one, Haruo suddenly turned on his knees and pulled the other down to the floor with him. The unexpected strength of the tug momentarily unbalanced the Exif and he dropped down to kneel in front of Haruo with an indignant grunt.

With an expression contorted by anger and pain, Haruo wasted no time in unlocking Metphies' flight suit by unclamping the sensors in the collar under his chin. He still could not bring himself to actually look into the other's eyes but he did take note that Metphies did nothing to stop him from unbuckling the primary support rings or from stripping the suit off of him completely once he had managed to reset it into stand-by mode. Having thus divested him of his equipment, Haruo unlocked his own suit and dumped it into a pile underneath a nearby table.

Much like everyone else, Metphies wore the same standard thermal bodysuit beneath his flight gear. Haruo ignored it for the time being and with a strangled sound, crawled onto Metphies' lap. The motions were hurried and a bit awkward, necessitating a fair amount of balancing and readjusting on Metphies' part (lest he accidently drop the young Captain and himself flat onto the cold metal tiles of the floor). It ended with the two of them entangled in a somewhat odd position; with Metphies kneeling on the floor with his feet under him and Haruo sitting on him by way of straddling his hips, both arms wrapped tightly around the Exif's neck, but with his back flat up against the wall and Metphies leaning into him for support. Only then did Haruo finally begin to settle, embracing Metphies as tightly as he could and burying his face in the other's neck. For a long time, he simply held him there and listened to the even rhythm of the Exif's breathing, matching it with his own, so that when one inhaled, the other exhaled. This way, he did not have to part from the warmth of his body for a second.

Metphies continued to brace one hand up against the wall behind Haruo so as to keep their precarious balance. The other arm he wrapped around Haruo's waist to pull him closer and let out a contented sigh when he felt the tip of the younger man's nose begin to drift up the side of his neck, towards his ear. Haruo squeezed him tightly. Where one went, the other followed.

"I thought you were dead." Haruo whispered, not so much directly to Metphies but to the stillness of the room. "When you weren't among the survivors in the Houtua cave…I thought…that was it. You were gone."

Metphies cradled his lover close and smiled. "I'm here, Haruo. I will always be here with you."

Haruo continued to glare over Metphies' shoulder into the shadows; as though he were daring them to come and take him or to even try and touch the Exif now.

With a shudder, Haruo steeled himself against the ache in his chest; doing everything he could think of to suffocate the sob climbing up his throat before it reached his mouth. This was dangerous. This was more dangerous than anything reckless or hotheaded that he had ever done before this moment. Having a lover was one thing; someone who could fulfill the need for touch and solace, for contact and connection, for release. But to fall in love was another matter entirely, and one that never ended well in his opinion. If he let his heart take control, losing Metphies could mean losing himself and he had no idea if any of this was actually going to work. If it didn't, he pondered, what would he do if he had to watch Metphies die? What if Metphies would have to watch him die? Would it be the same?

Haruo dug his fingers into Metphies's shoulders and laid his cheek, still moist with the tracks of tears, against his neck. He loved the Exif's scent; the curious mixture of something lightly floral with crushed leaves, or perhaps even a bit like vetiver; earthy but simple. He then began to reflect on how borderline insubordinate, yet profoundly indulgent, Metphies' actions had been in the last 48 hours since they had left the Aratrum. Unlocking the magnetic handcuffs and facilitating his escape from the lander. Turning over his command without hesitation after Leland's death and insisting on full company obedience to Haruo's orders. The firestorm. Coming to his rescue when the Servums attacked. Praising his plan to remain on Earth and fight. Staying by his side no matter where the Bilusaludo and the Houtua took them. Haruo wondered, was this Metphies saying, "I love you?"

Metphies made a distressed sound. Haruo continued to hold him but went along willingly when the other shifted his weight higher up onto his hips so that he could slide his feet out from underneath him and balance the smaller man more comfortably near his center of gravity. Haruo suppressed a twinge of guilt. Metphies must be getting stiff from kneeling on the floor with Haruo's full weight on his lap.

Haruo pulled away and pressed his back against the wall so that he could finally look Metphies in the eyes. The Exif regarded him calmly, with no hint of discomfort in his thoughtful gaze. "Metphies, can I ask you something?"

The Exif chuckled.

"Of course, Haruo." He whispered in response.

"Why did you…" Haruo struggled to phrase his thoughts correctly. "On our last night on the Aratrum, why did you let me…. have you?"

Metphies cocked his head genially but paused before answering. "Because you wanted to."

Haruo was not satisfied. "In all your years, you've never allowed anyone to…to do that with you. That's what you said. Why me? Why now?"

"I…" Metphies hesitated. "It's hard to explain. It is an extraordinary thing for an Exif to become…. receptive. It requires the intersection of three singular moments in our lives: a physical attraction, firstly, and then the formation of an emotional bond, which takes time, as you might say. And then, it must come to us in a precognition; we must…sense our mate, in a metaphysical way. Absent any one of these events and we will not respond to another, no matter how much they might try to persuade one of us. You are…special to me, Haruo. Special to me beyond measure. I believe that you will bring new life to this world, just as you have brought new life to me."

Haruo's breath caught in his chest again but before it could become anything more, he leaned forward and captured Metphies' lips in his own so that he could drown his rising sorrows in a thorough kiss. It was especially easy to ravish Metphies' mouth in this position, holding his lover steady with both arms still wrapped securely around his neck. When he released him, the Exif quickly caught his breath and began to lightly stroke Haruo's thigh with his free hand.

"This is not, however, the best place for such things, Haruo."

"Yeah." He replied. "And I didn't think to bring the handcuffs with me."

Metphies groaned and furrowed his brow.

"But!" Haruo stifled the sound with a finger to Metphies' lips. "It's ok. It's ok, really. Because, I think…. I just need to feel you close to me right now. I really…. need to feel you."

Then he moved. Not his attention, which remained entirely devoted to Metphies, but his body. Haruo's hand left the Exif's shoulder to reach up and onto his own neck. Breathing steadily and leaning back to allow his lover to see him better, Haruo spread his fingers out and stroked his neck, keeping his gaze fixed to Metphies'. As Metphies watched with fascination, Haruo stretched his head back, baring his throat to the touch. Haruo then let out a long breath, still gauging his lover's reactions, and began to slide his fingers down to his chest. Metphies was astonished, to say the least, finding Haruo's unexpected display to be both arousing and provoking.

With a quiet moan, Haruo twisted his fingertips into the fitted shirt and made as if to peel it off if not for being thwarted by the tight fabric. He lifted his hand to his mouth. Metphies began to think that Haruo somehow intended to jerk off on his lap.

"Stop." The Exif growled.

Haruo stilled, an uneasy look traveled up Metphies' face but never met his eyes.

"Stop." Metphies repeated in a far gentler tone, his hands unwinding from Haruo's waist to grasp both of his wrists. Without rancor, he then lifted Haruo's arms over his head and pinned them to the wall behind him.

"You don't need to do that."

Metphies heard the soft sob of breath that caught in Haruo's breast and leaned forward to kiss him tenderly. When Haruo finally began to relax he released his wrists and allowed the young man to drop them back down onto his shoulders again.

Haruo was wary but gasped when he felt Metphies' hand slide from his thigh and onto the hardened bulge in his shorts, only to begin an agonizingly subdued massage.

"Please" he whispered.

"Please what, Haruo?"

"Metphies, please. I need you."

The Exif dropped his head and began nuzzling at Haruo's neck. Haruo turned his head to the side and pressed forward but only so that he could get the full effect of each of his lover's nips and kisses. He gasped loudly as Metphies bit down on his shoulder, effectively marking him but not in any way that his flight suit wouldn't cover.

Haruo looked down at him sharply but huffed in approval when he saw that Metphies had begun the task of dispossessing him of the bodysuit. First, he undid the zipper at the back, baring Haruo's chest to him, and drew the entire garment down to his waist. Haruo squirmed with mild annoyance as Metphies then pushed them back and away from the wall, turned, and lifted Haruo from his lap to lay him onto the hard floor. From there, he made short work of the bodysuit and discarded it with their flight suits. Haruo shivered but lay quiescent; underneath Metphies, undressed, and unresisting. To Haruo's complete shock, Metphies did not go on to remove his own bodysuit as he was expecting but rather dipped his head down and took Haruo's erection into his mouth.

The abrupt ecstatic cry that burst from Haruo caused Metphies to wince a little at the volume but he did not stop. Instead, he quickly reached one hand up to press Haruo back down as he relaxed his jaw to take his lover completely into his mouth. Haruo moaned and thrashed against the cold tiles, trembling as Metphies continued to work him into a frenzy. His mouth didn't feel quite as tight or hot as his body had but it was more than enough to make the human wither when the Exif alternated between a light sucking pressure and tantalizing flicks of his tongue.

"Metphies! I….I…..oh, God….." Haruo reached down to happily tangle his fingers into the other's hair. He did not attempt to undo it this time but rather settled for resting his palm next to the Exif's ear and playing absently with the curved tip.

With an almost inaudible hum, Metphies continued to work at the thick organ in his mouth, utterly enjoying every moan and whimper he could pull from smaller man. Haruo was beautiful like this and his words and thoughts from earlier had set Metphies on edge far more than Haruo would ever realize. For Haruo, any kind of sustained concentration quickly became impossible but he once again moaned appreciatively as he felt his lover lowering his mouth around him several tortuously slow times all the while teasing the underside of his erection with his tongue.

Whatever had possessed Metphies to do this was beyond him.

And then his lover was over him. He didn't know at what point Metphies has shed his own bodysuit but he didn't care. With desperate need and emotion still crashing destructively through his system, Haruo immediately pulled Metphies down onto his chest and was in the process of readjusting his position so that the Exif could take him when he found himself in for the second shock of the evening.

Pinning Haruo to the floor, Metphies raised himself up and straddled his companion by again balancing on his knees. Haruo reflexively reached up and steadied his lover by holding on to his hips as Metphies anchored himself with both hands on Haruo's pectoral muscles. With no hint of indecisiveness, he then slid back and down, slowly impaling himself on Haruo's erection. Haruo took a sharp breath and struggled to hold himself still as his arousal was once again surrounded by intense heat and pressure but this time, from the tight, teardrop, opening to Metphies' body.

Haruo's heart almost broke at the sound he made; a hurt moan that spread from the back of his throat and down through his chest. Metphies' countenance was strained and his breath came in short, anguished, pants as he allowed Haruo to push fully inside of him. He then pulled back slightly and came down again, forcing Haruo to plunge into him deeply, taking him to the quick in a single motion.

Haruo's eyes flashed as he sat up, stilling Metphies' on his lap and preventing him from being able to force a second thrust.

"Oh no you don't." He hissed.

Before Metphies could regain his leverage or even lodge a protest, Haruo furiously took ahold of the back of the Exif's neck, wrested control of his movements, and forced his lover onto his back; following him down and warning him with a hand wrapped around his throat. Not as a threat but in a demand for his compliance.

"Ah!"

Metphies began to openly cry out as Haruo took him, each deep, hard, thrust sending him into fits. Haruo kept his left hand pressed to Metphies' throat, the heel of his palm crushing down on his rapid pulse and his thumb digging in to the curve of his jaw.

"Alua….ide…na-teru…"

Haruo didn't recognize the words but shortly realized that Metphies had somehow reverted to his native language; a language that he had only ever heard bits and pieces of over the past 22 years. But Metphies' pained expression still caused Haruo to falter and he was not sure he liked the way his lover tensed against his thrusts or how the Exif grimaced each time he reseated himself inside of him.

Haruo stopped to gather himself and regroup. When he opened his eyes, he looked down to see Metphies staring up at him with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He relaxed the hand on his throat and drew it down onto Metphies' chest. Haruo then carefully angled his hips, pulled Metphies further beneath him, and lay down on top of him so that they were finally face to face. He then began to ply him with soft, hungry, kisses.

A few moments later, the Exif responded by pressing his tongue to the one teasing him. Haruo nipped at him playfully and felt Metphies respond in kind, palpably shivering with excitement and relief when Metphies answered one particularly silly nibble at his lower lip with a lick to the tip of Haruo's nose. With a renewed sense of connection, Haruo began to rock against the body below him. No hard or rough thrusts, just an easy momentum, as he began to passionately make love to Metphies.

He was rewarded with a breathless moan and the feeling of Metphies tightening around him. Haruo was near delirious with pleasure but wanted his lover to reach that divinely exalted peak first. Haruo shifted again so as to trap Metphies' own arousal between their bellies, letting its slickened head slip into the creases of his abdominal muscles and give the Exif some much needed friction.

"Come for me, Metphies." He gasped.

The Exif arched, wrapping his legs around Haruo's waist and pulling him into a more urgent rhythm.

"Come in me, Haruo." He whispered.

Haruo continued to press his body close. He could feel the tightness in his loins, the blood surging into his limbs and throbbing in his ears. Instinctively, he ground his hips against Metphies. The need to sate himself with the other's body had become overwhelming and his pace increased as his hunger rose. It just felt so good; the way Metphies' body constricted around him, the hot channel tight on his manhood, and the moans that vibrated his entire body. Haruo almost gave himself over to his need.

Beneath him, Metphies was bracing his thighs against Haruo's hips and using them to meet each thrust. He heard a growl from his lover and smiled, despite himself.

Haruo's next thrust brushed against something inside of Metphies that caused him to arch upwards, the immense feeling of bliss dragging him closer and closer to the climax that his body begged for. His own organ, hard and straining, was constantly dripping fluids in response to Haruo's pounding rhythm into his body; his lover's erection working steadily against the sensitive nerve ridges all along his passage. Haruo seemed to be trying to wring his orgasm out of him. It was a sweet but unendurable thrill.

Haruo thrust once, twice more, and groaned as he felt Metphies climax. The Xilien clenched and convulsed before suddenly throwing his head back against the floor and loosing a harsh scream. Haruo continued to ride him as the first waves of the other's orgasm tumbled through him and he fell back helplessly onto the cold metal. Haruo kept his movements quick and direct, savoring the last moments of feeling Metphies' strong body taking him in and binding them together. And then he was fiercely, beautifully, aware of their perfect cadence and the way that the heat, the desire, and their wounded desperation, forged a connection more powerful than either of them could have predicted.

It was the moment he wished could last forever. With a despairing shout, Haruo took Metphies into his arms, pressed his forehead to his lover's chest, and came as deeply inside of him as he could.


They lay quietly together, the sounds of the room lulling them both into a kind of reverie. Metphies remained on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Haruo had carefully slid himself free from the Exif's body and moved to his side as soon as they had finished. He now lay curled against him, his head propped up on one arm while the other idly played with the shadows and flickering lights on Metphies' skin.

"You could have taken me, if you'd wanted to." Haruo murmured. A part of him still worried that he had hurt Metphies and he found that his emotions were still tumultuous and raw, despite the sensual union they had just shared.

"I know." Metphies replied.

"Are you Ok?"

"Yes, Haruo. I am well."

He reached up to rest the back of his hand against his lover's cheek and was relieved when he felt Metphies smile into the questioning touch.

"Metphies…. I…." Haruo was unsure if he should continue. "I mean, you know that I…"

"Yes, Haruo. I know."

Haruo fell silent and continued to watch the slow rise and fall of Metphies' chest as he returned to a more tranquil state. He then glanced over at the pile of their clothes, flight suits, and other sundries. It was almost time to rejoin the company.

He didn't want to.