Just a what if? type of story. Somewhat AU but not really.
Disclaimer: As cool as it would be, I don't own the Matrix. Or Morpheus. sighs.
Warnings: Non explicit yaoi, I think. Morpheus/Neo. Don't judge.
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Morpheus is the denizen of slumber and dreams, sending mortals off to frolic in his domain with no more than a thought.
Morpheus, the ironically human counterpart, is back in Xion with Neo, their savior, at last, and though it is what passes for night in the underground dwelling, neither is sleeping.
A gasp in a purposely darkened room, two figures lay entwined on a bare bed, hands roaming over already charted skin, exploring the supple canvas in fond recollection of extensive past voyages.
Citizens of Xion, hear me!
A low moan and white teeth flash in a black face never tanned from the sun. The sound repeats and halves jerk together to form a complete whole being – united as one.
We will push them back!
Hurried breaths, mingling together in a ragged sound of desire, and a lithe body – still pale from the pod but no longer weak – arches toward the ceiling, pressing even more securely into the sweet defined flesh moving above him.
The city will hold!
A quiet laugh, in the throes of passion, joined soon by a deeper chuckle – showing each other that it is still allowed to laugh, to smile, even now – shaking them where they connect and fluttering kisses are rained onto brows and lids, noses and lips.
Dance, Xion, dance and show them – the machines – show them that we are still here!
Steady vibrations though stone and plastic, blood and bone – a rush of sensation – all the thousands throwing pure energy and life at their challengers, a wordless scream of defiance.
We are not afraid!
Panting now, as they come down from their mutual high still wrapped tightly around the other. A face, normally so still and dark and serious, is open in a way it is nowhere else, aside from these few precious snatched moments, almost childlike in its vulnerability.
"Neo," slow and thick as molasses it comes, a voice to shiver the spine with fear and delight, "please, don't let me lie to them."
"No," rougher than the usual low drawl, and tinged with exhaustion, he speaks, "they will survive."
"We will all survive," a sharp reprimand cloaking bone numbing fear, "all of us, Neo."
"You will live, my captain, I promise. I will follow you, to the end, remember?"
Though recognizing such an unsubtle evasion, a sigh filters through the room and dark arms layered with obvious strength clutch just a little bit tighter to his personal savior – to protect and hold him close and never let go.
Then the One, resting deep within the chambers of Xion, falls even deeper into the arms of Morpheus.
We will endure.
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A/N: Yeah, so, why I don't write sleep deprived. A couple months ago I watched the series again with my parents and was all, Squee Morpheus and Neo, so sexy and my parents were all wtf are you on now? Anyways, all this time later on a self imposed caffeine withdrawal program and nothing around to remind me of the Matrix I think again yeah, it could happen and since I couldn't sleep I wrote this in about half an hour. Shortest yaoi I've ever written. Heh.
And since it has been some time since I've seen the movie, I've probably fudged Morpheus' speech all to hell, but oh well.