title Never Enough
author Professor Farfie
rated R, for implied sexual themes
summary A motel. A conversation. A confession by Omi. And a suprise ending.
warning contains slash
"...No more lies from you..."
"...Death is not your playground..."
"...I hate you..."
"...I am the only one you can trust..."
"...Your a lie..."
"...I am yours..."
"...Love holds no place here..."
"...No... Only lust..."
Omi looked over as the words fell from his lips. With a final sigh, he pulled the blankets tightly around him and attempted to sleep. It was a futile move. The breathing of the body next to him, although soft and quiet, sounded like thunder in his head.
The bed shifted and Omi watched as the man got up and moved to the small chair next to the window. He watched, heart picking up, as the man pulled out a knife and began picking at the dirt under his nails.
Omi rolled onto his back. He didn't know why he insisted on being here. No, 'insisted' was a bit strong. Still, he was here. The motel was paid for tonight as well as for next Sundey. And on that night it will repeat.
They will meet at the door, calmly walk inside. Then one will pounce like the fighter they naturally are. Limbs entwine, lips locked. One will pull out the lubricant. Two bodies will become one.
Omi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The sound of shuffling caught his ear. So, tonight he will leave first. Omi sat up and looked at the man before him.
He's unatainable.
Omi smirked slightly to himself before standing a pulling on his shorts. Omi thought of saying something as he dressed, but he couldn't. They never spoke. Tonight had been a first in true conversation. Omi held his breath as the man made to open the door.
"I would never do it." Omi suddenly said. The man paused. The moonlight slipped through the half-way opened door and onto his pale face. "I wouldn't."
"Again you lie."
"It's true." Omi looked away. "Never... Not with intention."
"What makes you think I want you to do anything for me?" The man questioned softly. "What do you want?"
"I want..." Omi gulped. "I want to love you."
"You speak of something I can't feel."
"You feel." Omi replied. "And you fear. You fear me turning my back once a promise is made." Omi watched him a moment before continuing. "Not everyone is like Him."
"And yet they are crafted in His image, are they not?"
"If you believe. Only if you believe."
"Enough..."
"Never. It's never enough." Omi took a step forward. "Let me, please?"
"You place me too high, Kitten."
"No. It's everyone else who doesn't place you high enough." Omi told him. The man walked outside and looked back at him.
"I'll consider it."
"Consider love? Fine, you can try." Omi watched him walk away and out of sight. The sight of the single amber eye lighted by the moonlight continued in Omi's mind long after he was gone.
end notes i don't know where i got this idea at, in all honesty. hehe, you do know who he was talkign to right? hmm? *hint*myname*hint*