Title: Syllables
Author: Arabwel
E-Mail: Arabwel@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Matrix
Rating: R
Summary: "Mister. Not Mr. Mister." Neo thinks of Smith….
Warnings: slashy, angsty pwp and the first thing I have written in a long time. Unbeated, untested,
and really crappy.
Feedback: Pretty please with a naked Neo on top :D
Disclaimer: I do not own The Matrix, nor do I get any money from this.
"Mister Anderson!"
Mister. Not Mr. Mister. Full two syllables, drawn out. Not just the everyday Mr, but Mister.
Neo moaned, his hand gliding over his stomach, down to the waistband of his underpants. Slipping
inside, closing around his aching member…
"Mr. Anderson. We meet again."
Again, the drawn-out syllables… the echoing of the sinfully deep voice…
His hand was now gripping, sliding over pre-come slicked, heated flesh… hot and heavy in his hand
as he panted, squeezing his eyes shut as if trying to prevent the images rising to his mind's eye.
"You're empty."
'So are you.'
Holding, grappling, bodies held against each other, cold metal against his head… again, that
voice… his moaning increased in volume as his hand increased its speed, bringing him closer to
completion as his hips began to thrust uncontrollably…
"Goodbye, Mister Anderson."
With a strangled cry, Neo came all over his hand, tears of shame burning his eyes… for the disgrace
that was his lust for the vanquished Agent was too great a burden for him to bear in silence.
Author: Arabwel
E-Mail: Arabwel@yahoo.com
Fandom: The Matrix
Rating: R
Summary: "Mister. Not Mr. Mister." Neo thinks of Smith….
Warnings: slashy, angsty pwp and the first thing I have written in a long time. Unbeated, untested,
and really crappy.
Feedback: Pretty please with a naked Neo on top :D
Disclaimer: I do not own The Matrix, nor do I get any money from this.
"Mister Anderson!"
Mister. Not Mr. Mister. Full two syllables, drawn out. Not just the everyday Mr, but Mister.
Neo moaned, his hand gliding over his stomach, down to the waistband of his underpants. Slipping
inside, closing around his aching member…
"Mr. Anderson. We meet again."
Again, the drawn-out syllables… the echoing of the sinfully deep voice…
His hand was now gripping, sliding over pre-come slicked, heated flesh… hot and heavy in his hand
as he panted, squeezing his eyes shut as if trying to prevent the images rising to his mind's eye.
"You're empty."
'So are you.'
Holding, grappling, bodies held against each other, cold metal against his head… again, that
voice… his moaning increased in volume as his hand increased its speed, bringing him closer to
completion as his hips began to thrust uncontrollably…
"Goodbye, Mister Anderson."
With a strangled cry, Neo came all over his hand, tears of shame burning his eyes… for the disgrace
that was his lust for the vanquished Agent was too great a burden for him to bear in silence.