Rating: M, I'd say, just in case. Go away if you do not like yaoi.
Summary:I fancied a light doodle, to experiment with multiple viewpoints anda condensed story form. So these are snapshots of a quartet of confused affections. One of them mustn't, the other one can't, the third has missed his aim,the fourth ignores them all. Who are they? Well, guys from Gundam Wing, of course. I'm not telling more, but you oughtta know, folks, if you know your GW. Don't read if you don't like male/male affection.
So here goes. They are not that difficult to guess, are they? Let me know what you think.
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All Because of Him...
The First - Suffering
Touch.
He turns on the mattress and curls up tighter in the sheets.
His hands slips over his bare chest, grazing his nipples, tracing his muscular body, and lower still.
Touch. Feel.
He bans what he would like to imagine from his mind as he squeezes shut his eyes, and he bites down on his lip to shut in the moan. He grasps himself hard and groans softly.
A name. The name has silver hair.
It is over in moments.
Leaving him empty and hollow.
Space for the darkness to fill him.
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The Second - Jealousy
He cannot remember how many nights he spent on the big couch in the elegant office.
Nights like this. His long silver tresses splayed on the armrest, his hands pressed hard over his middle while he cannot help but listen to the soft moans from the bedroom next door.
He hates being powerless.
And he hates the one who has been given freely what has been denied to him.
Soundlessly, his lips form a word, and the sensation of long, copper hair brushing his hands nearly overwhelms him, and his fingers clench. Hard. Because he hates.
And he lets his hate fill him.
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The Other - Hope
See, the darkhaired young man on the bed thinks as he stares vacantly at the ceiling of the small room he shares with his colleague, waiting does pay off. At least he is here and does not argue so often anymore.
Though the room is a mess, but then, what else should he have expected...
At least he is here.
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The One - Denial
He had forgotten about the assignment due the next day. Until his pesky room mate had to remind him. What a pain... an expletive drips from his lips as he shoves long copper tresses out of his face to stare at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Careful scrutiny, when his room mate does not watch him, shows a bony young face with large, wondrous eyes that rarely are as calm and serious as now.
He had not heard anything fromHim for ages. Until today. Too late, stuff him. He did not need Him.
And with a broad smile spreading on his face, the young man wipes over the steamed-up glass, as though to wipe out anything else he might think, and pads back into the darkened bedroom where his colleague sleeps on the narrow bed by the door. His own is by the window - he cannot stand closed spaces. Or darkness. Or silence.
He would find some excuse and submit the assignment later.
Soothe his room mate who no doubt would be cranky.
Sleep now, deep and dreamless.
Bliss.
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The End.