Hello. Long time, no writing. So... This is another D/C fic simply because I think maybe one of these times the end will turn out differently... And I think that's the definition of insanity.

So, onto the snogging! Erm... maybe. I can't guarantee anything. David's being fickle. Oh, and I know that part about getting rid of the Sennites was really, really lame. But if I actually took the time to explain it, there'd be a *gasp* plot! To in depth thinking for QT right now. I'm still suffering from reading Sirius' death in HP and OotP... *sniff sniff*

Warnings and/or Consumer reports and whatnot: I do not own David and Christopher. Nor do I own Everworld. That honor belongs to K.A. Applegate. That lucky bitch.

THIS IS SLASH!!!!! ////SLASH//// -- See that! It means pretty boys will be thinking and doing GAY things, as it is so aptly put in some circles. If you don't like that, kindly PISS OFF. I do not tolerate flaming of lifestyles. Flaming of horrible writing... now that's an entirely different matter.

What's Your Poison

There's a reason why David doesn't drink.

Contrary to popular belief, it's not because he wasn't to stay virtuous, or take care of us all while we do, or have the least fun out of anyone in the world. He is a lightweight. I mean, Jalil would've drunk more than him, if April wouldn't have stopped him, and he weighs like seventy pounds less than the General does. That's a small child, or a big dog. Anyway, David is a lightweight. And that fact ruined my party time.

We were partying because the last of the Sennites were dead. It took a lot of dealing, a lot of persuading, and a whole lot more money. But we got guns and managed to kill the Sennites. That's a huge cause for celebration. So all around Mt. Olympus revels that rivaled the hedonism level of all the parties of all the players in all the teams of the NBA and the NFL combined. The Greeks really knew how to party. And my happy delusion that I could enjoy myself, along with a few nymphs and exceedingly willing women, was destroyed by David's drunkenness. April and Jalil /made/ me find him. Apparently he got wasted and then got lost. Like a four-year-old at K-Mart. I tried convincing them that David would be fine on his own. But no, itty bitty Davey has to have a goddamn babysitter. Why the hell did they think I'd do a good job? They probably just wanted to run off and do the wango tango and laugh at me behind my back.

After about a half and hour or so of searching and fending off beautiful people that wanted to sleep with me, I found him. He was passed out, tied to a big stone, and surrounded by a group of women in flowing white robes. They were dancing around him and singing something that might not have had any words. Some were bowing and throwing flowers at him. His normal war gear that he had been wearing was stripped off for the most part. Just his leathery skirt thing the Greeks had him wear, his sword dangling from that, and a bronze band around his forearm that had Athena's face emblazoned on it. I didn't realize until I got closer that he had blood smeared on his chest. Okay, maybe David couldn't take care of himself while he was smashed.

I broke out into a run pushing some of the women out of the way. They looked like a cult. And Greece had cults for everything. Probably one that involved sacrificing Jewish Generals that had been trying to save their asses from getting killed by wacked out, armed and insane Nazis. Not on my watch, you psycho broads.

One wild-eyed woman pointed a dagger at me and yelled, "Intruder!"

"Back off, woman! I know karate!"

"Who is this unbeliever?" someone from the crowd asked contemptuously. "He is interrupting our sacred ritual."

"I am Christopher of Chicago and stop talking like that! Do you know who this guy is? This is General Davideus, people. What are you? Some psycho cult of uber-feminists? You're not laying one hand on him," I raved as tried untying the rope. The women started murmuring and stepped back a little. Good.

"Here," I heard from behind. The woman with the knife dropped it at my feet. "We would not want Athena's wrath for hurting her little soldier boy."

I scowled, but picked it up anyway. When the last threads cut through I threw it behind me, hoping I'd hit one of the bitches. David lolled forward and mumbles something. I went to get him standing right away, but yelled at the women still standing there to get away. The General wasn't making it any easier for me so I was forced to slap him across the face to wake him up. That helped, but yelling, "Hetwan on the charge!" helped even more. He tried standing up and pulling his sword out at the same time, but fell on his stomach instead.

"Come on General," I said pulling on his arm. "Up we go. Heave ho! Let's get going... Christ, you're heavy. I could go for some margaritas. How about you, Dave?" He groaned at that. "Okay now. One foot in front of the other."

With some difficulty and some trepidation, on my part, we were walking/stumbling. I had to put my arm over his shoulders so he wouldn't fall. Something was stuck in my throat. His hot breath floating around my neck and being side to side with the rise and fall of his chest made me... nervous. When he stumbled a bit and put his arm around my back to hold himself up it seemed almost a little too... private. Intimate. It made me shudder.

I didn't know where I was taking him. Out Motel 6 was pretty far away and I doubted if I could keep him upright that long. He was heavy. If only we had a car. Then a lightening blot hit me.

"David. David!"

"Wha'?" He looked up at me with a giddy smile. For some reason that made me nervous also.

"Call your horse."

"Huh? Oh! Hi ho, Silber!" he stuck his arm up in the air which took his balance away. I almost went down with him that time and he found it hilarious.

"No, you idiot," I grunted, wrenching him up. "Pegasus!"

"Oh, oh yeah... Pegasus! Pegasus! PEGASUS! PEGASUSS! PEGSASUSUS! PEGA-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" He cast his dark eyes downward and actually pouted. He pouted. I coughed and had to look away. And breathe. What was going on?! The worst thing was that I actually felt bad for making him pout.

Soon enough a luminescent white mass came down swiftly from the black velvet sky. Pegasus fluttered his wings and landed gracefully in front of us, bowing with his wings to let us on. David got on with less trouble than I'd expected and patted Pegasus's mane.

"Okay, pretty bird-horse... Fly, fly away."

"WAIT! Wait!" I climbed on hurriedly so David wouldn't get to altitude, then fall, crashing to his death. "Go to our hotel... Wait. Go to the balcony outside David's room. There's no way I'm going to drag your ass up stairs."

I'd done a lot of things with David. We'd been dragged across universes together. We'd fought each other. We've fought battles together. We've slept in the same bed, numerous times, thanks to April and Jalil. But never have I something with another man that brought so many and varied sexual entendres, jokes, and images. I mean, it's pretty hard to concentrate when a guy like David, who's fairly ripped due to much strenuous activity, is right in front of you and in your line of vision any time you look down. Not too mention the fact you have to hold on to him to keep the both of you from falling off. You know what I mean... You gotta-Never mind. It was kinda funny too. With the sky and the pearl white flying horse. It could've been romantic if David wasn't plastered... Also if David and I were the type to do that sort of thing! Which, of course, we're not. I mean, I'm not-He's not... I'm giving up while I'm behind. Err... whatever.

David stumbled from Pegasus onto his balcony and waved stupidly as the horse flew away. He rolled over and got up himself. Walking inside, apparently looking for something, I felt compelled to follow him. Did David have it this rough when he was supposed to be baby-sitting me? For some reason, I hoped not. He found what he was looking for a pitcher of water. He gulped it down, spilling most of it on his chest. He dropped the pitcher and slapped his chest, right under his collarbone.

"What's wrong?"

"I' stings."

I stood close to him and had to restrain his hands to look at the cut. It was from those psycho cult women. Stupid cunts. I didn't know why my rage for them was so prevalent, but I couldn't help it. They were going, at least, to slice up David like a kosher ham. The cut wasn't that bad. He'd had worse, but I cleaned it up nevertheless.

Not knowing what to do, I just watched David. I mean, he was the only thing in the room. What else was I supposed to look at? He kind of stood there and stretched for a minute. He looked at the dark, almost curly, hair on his chest like it was suddenly interesting. Or he was just aware of his own shirtlessness. He was getting pretty tan. Tanner than me. It made his dark eyes darker. In fact with his hair getting longer, to the point where it hung in his eyes most of the time, he was starting to look like a gypsy. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'm just observing. Then after plucking at the dark trail of hair that led down his stomach, he took off his war skirt get up. It actually had numerous latches and looked quite difficult to wear and/or remove. And this, my friends, is what I forced myself to concentrate on. The war skirt lying in a pile on the floor. Because by taking off Athena's big bronze bracelet, not that it really mattered, David was standing in front of me in nothing but his undies. Dark green Hanes boxer-briefs.

Why did I care? Why didn't I shoot a sarcastic remark his way about it? Why did I get incredibly, stomach-wrenching nervous? And why in utter horror did I think David looked good wearing nothing but his stupid green Hanes. I have no flipping idea. But what I saw made a few parts of me intrigued. It was like, "Hmm, the shape is compelling. Smooth, a little hairy, not nearly Viking hairy. Nice stomach. Not quite flat, but nice. Runner's legs. Hmm, interesting." And another part was like, "Gah! Mixed signals! Oh my god... SENSORY CONFUSION! Abandon shop, Christopher! Whatever you do, stop thinking!" And another part, obviously the /main/ part was saying, "FLESH! Young, tender, nice, supple, lovely flesh... Ass! Skin! Lovely heat, take it Christopher! A body!" Then an argument, "But... There's hair in weird places on this one. And there's obviously different equipment." Response: "Shut up, fool! Warm, unwitting flesh! Through out the rules, Christopher! Have fun while you can!"

I felt like hitting myself in the head. I had to leave, but David collapsed on the bed. What if he vomited in the middle of the night and choke to death? Surely, I'm not that selfish. My anxiety would have to come after David's life... Maybe I was dramatizing things. I mean, going through the little Everworld roller coaster and die choking on your vomit? It was a possibility, but not probable. Still... Despite some parts of me urging, or resisting, to leave, I stayed. I pushed David over a bit. The bed was big enough. And I'd be fine as long as I stopped thinking and faced away from David. Yeah.

A sharp hit to the jaw. Half awake. Half asleep. Gruunnnh... Want sleepy-sleep. Light. Sun? Would turn, but couldn't. Something soft and fuzzy under my chin. Something warm and comfortable pushing a little against my chest. Mmmm... Go back to sleep.

Moaning. Mmm, feels good. Warm sun. Warm body. Where am I? Oh, David's bed... Wait a minute. My arms around the warm body. Wide breadth of chest on warm body. Hair on chest. Nonononono... Okay, Chris, you fell asleep in David's bed. With David. That's not bad. You've had worse wake-ups... So look down. Yes, dark curly hair. You're spooning David. It's okay. Happened before while you were sleeping. Just slip your arm out and turn away before---

"GAAAAA! What the-Oh my... Oh my head!" The warm body was out of bed and standing before I could finish my breath. He moaned and squeezed his forehead together. "Oh Christ..."

"It's Christopher actually, and-"

"What the hell are you doing? What the hell!"

"What?" He pointed at me and I was still confused. He then, more frantically, pointed lower at me. I looked down. "Oh my..."

I had been spooning David in my sleep. With a boner. Oh dear lord... I was suddenly hoping for a freak encounter with a hopped up god that could strike me down right there so I wouldn't have to look up, or move, or speak ever again. I think I made a feeble sound of complete destruction. Embarrassment level: Total. Self-hate level: Towering above the height of eighteen million giants. Self destruction countdown sequence to begin in T-10 seconds and counting... Why does this shit happen to me?

"How does this shit happen to me?" David groaned. "Okay, whatever you dream about, don't the next time you sleep in my bed. My head hurts too much to handle this," he grumbled then walked into the bathroom.

Well, that went better than expected, I thought. Now to just get the hell out of that room. But a vise tightened inside me. A weird fluttery, heart-pounding sensation throbbed (bad choice of word) in my chest, then in my hands. I could feel warmth in my cheeks as I ran down the hall to get to the safety of my room. Only one thought prevailed in the mass confusion of fizzing neurons; David said, "Next time you sleep in my bed."

TBC?!?!?! I think my David muse is just dying to get his say in...