Serge mumbled unhappily as he began to wake up. He was sore all over and it felt like he'd slept on a block of concrete. But the surface didn't feel cold. His sleep fogged mind began to register the presence of another pressed up against him, and an arm resting gently across his chest.
Realization of what happened the night before struck him. Looking over to his side, he almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Dark Serge looking back at him. It took most of his willpower not to scream and get away.
"Wha …" Serge tried to organize his thoughts as Dark Serge smiled coyly at him. "What happened?"
As he sat up, Dark Serge brushed a few strands of hair out of Serge's eyes. "You don't remember? I'm hurt," he said, gently kissing Serge's neck.
Blushing furiously, Serge assessed his situation. All right … I'm outside, on the docks, with Lynx - but not Lynx - and I appear to be naked. The blush reddened further.
I remember wanting some fresh air. And then he appeared. And then ..
"Oh my God …" Serge blanched. Jerking away from his smirking dark self, he stared in disbelief at the others' nakedness. Images of the two together flashed through his mind. "I couldn't have!!" the boy screeched.
"Oh but you did. And you loved it." And as if to prove his point, Dark Serge leaned over and kissed Serge, earning a pleasured moan from the boy. Tangling his hands in silky hair, like he did the night before, Dark Serge was suddenly shocked to be roughly pushed away.
Growling slightly, he leveled a scorning look at the boy beside him. "No?"
Serge swallowed nervously. "This isn't right … You're my father!!" he tried.
Sighing in exasperation Dark Serge rolled his eyes. "I believe we had this conversation last night, remember?" Serge nodded hesitantly. "And didn't you lose that one as well?"
Serge looked away, admitting defeat. Yes, he had eventually given in to his dark half's commands. But he hadn't wanted to!! Really, he hadn't …
"You still don't want to admit you had as much fun as I did?" Serge blushed. "You still can't understand that I'm not your father? That I'm really you?"
"I know that," Serge growled angrily, glaring at Dark Serge. "I'm reminded of it every time I see you."
"If you know that, then how can you even think what we did was wrong? Hmm? What's wrong with loving and pleasing yourself?"
"But this isn't the same!!!" Serge screeched. This was too much for him to handle, and he shook his head against the thought that maybe, just maybe his dark half was right.
Throwing up his arms in frustration, Dark Serge grabbed his cloak away from Serge and began to dress. "Ne, Gods, but you're a stubborn one," he grumbled to himself, trying to ignore Serge's watery eyes.
"I … I …" Over come with a strange sense of guilt, Serge felt tears welling up in his eyes and almost threw his arms around Dark Serge. I can't be feeling this way, can I?
"You, you, what?" Throwing a half hearted glare over his shoulder, he realized that Serge really was going to cry.
"I'm sorry," the boy mumbled, pointedly looking at his hands.
Dark Serge sighed. "You're sorry?" When a slight nod answered him, he went over to the boy and lifted the teary face up. Damn him, he really is cute. "Don't be sorry."
As the Trigger looked at Dark Serge he finally lost the battle with himself. Leaning in and passionately kissing his opposite, he smiled as the other fell back in surprise. Feeling Dark Serge's hands move on him again, all his supposed scruples were thrown out the window. To hell with what's right or not. This feels good.
Breaking off the kiss, Dark Serge threw back his head and laughed. Nibbling on his shoulder, Serge asked, "What?" His voice betraying annoyance at being laughed at.
"Just glad to see that you've finally managed to warm up to my side." Arms encircling the other, Dark Serge pulled the youth close, lips trailing down the soft neck.
Resting his head on Dark Serge's shoulder, Serge almost sneezed as hairs tickled his nose. Breathing in deeply, Serge took in the vaguely spicy scent of his dark self. "Mmm," Serge purred against the soft hair.
Dark Serge reveled in this attention. Last night this boy had been relatively unwilling. Now Serge was a ready and willing toy to be played with. He could indeed do anything. It was a damn shame that he must put this wonderful plaything back before someone discovered it wasn't in its right place. "But your friends will be looking for you soon."
"Screw them."
Smirking to himself Dark Serge pulled away from the Trigger. The other, squirming against the loss of contact. "If you must, but are you sure you want them finding out about last night?" If those idiots find out about what their precious leader has been doing, they might try talking sense to him.
Serge grunted in frustration. "Fine." He glared at Dark Serge.
Moving in one more time, Dark Serge deeply kissed the boy. "I'm just looking out for my little toy," he smiled wickedly.
"Oh, so I'm a toy now, am I?" Serge rolled his eyes. He tried to feign disgust, but failed miserably.
"Indeed you are." Dark Serge stated simply. "And this toy is lots of fun to play with." Serge laughed at what Dark Serge had said, as he began to dress himself.
Dark Serge did have a point though. What they did was a lot of fun. And the others wouldn't understand. They all saw him as evil. But he wasn't, not really. If I'm not evil, how can he be? He is me after all …
"So when … " Serge began, turning around to find that Dark Serge had already disappeared. "Can we do this again?"
~ OWARI ~
End Notes: I know that this chapter took forever to be written. I seem to be expereiencing a lot of writers block of late. But no, Tainted isn't on hiatus ... I'm just lazy ^^; But I'll really try to get another chapter out real soon. I'm just having a fre problems nailing down where this is going next. Who knows? Maybe I'll surprise myself ^_^
