Author: Sirath
Rating: T
Warnings: Mild adult themes. Though some adults haven't the maturity to deal with it either.
Summary: Challenge: Write a short story using the words 'gay', 'Matrix' and 'infatuation' as the themes. Slash was begging to be written. cackle
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix or Neo or Agent Smith. They own YOU.
The truth of the Matrix is not in the battle of human and machine. It was, is and always will be of people against themselves. And while Neo's eyes become redder and his fingers tremble more violently with each passing hour, he maintained his mumbled excuses.
The prophecy troubled him and everyone else left it at that, murmuring their understanding and lost in their own troubles.
The truth of his nights wore a black suit, deep black glasses mirroring his soul. A scowl, a brisk voice turned deeper, soft, so different from the cold machine apathy of his days. Smith, Not-Smith, on and on, a litany of dark and light, drawing the One's days ever tighter, ever closer.
It suffocated him.
His waking hours are spent pushing Smith away even as he feels ever so real the tense muscle beneath his fists, the bruising of limbs. In what meagre rest he attains, he spends it longing to draw that darkness close.