Warning: Gay, Yaoi, Shonen-ai three words one meaning g/g if this insults
you any anyway then please don't read. Also there is mention of illegal
drug usage and abuse. Consider yourself warned. So no flames 'k?
"and in this light you can't see anything at all
and you know you can meet me at the bottom
it only takes half a second
it comes in quick and then it grows
and I can't find my own protection"
Meet me at the Bottom, Longwave
Chapter 2: Habit
His body was slender, almost painfully slender as his lithe body slipped through the crowd. He stood about 5'11. His short fine dark hair was pulled back into his black stocking cap, which was pulled down over his ears. His black trench swirled around his legs, which were clad in a superb silk pants and his upper body had a dark blue custom made shirt that clung to every muscle. The top three buttons had been undone and showed off the luscious lightly tanned skinned with a hint of defined muscles.
The face to go with the to die for body was flawlessly sculpted, his high cheekbones and delicate lips and nose gave a very definite female air to him but the moment one looked into his eyes that feeling was lost. His blue eyes were dark almost to the point of black and they gave off the feeling of tightly controlled power masked with an infinite calm, they were simply breathtaking.
His stride was not hurried but rather it was as if he was the world slowed for him. As his smooth leather boots beat out a tune as he walked to the outdoor cafe the crowds almost seemed to part in front of him. The man he was coming to meet was waiting at the table.
He was shorter than the other one standing just under his shoulder, his hair was also dark only it spiked. Also his eyes were blue but they shined brightly. His face was also one of the coveted perfect variety with a shadow of hair around his jaw line and chin. A black hat was pulled low over one of his eyes. His outfit consisted of a pair dark torn jeans and a white undershirt with a black silk shirt over that, unbuttoned.
He was leaning back on the last two legs of the chair his legs crossed and his right knee pressed against the table's edge keeping the perfect balance. Lying in front of him was a light colored menu and a tall glass of water; a bright colored umbrella was poking out of the man's mouth as he stared with blank eyes into the sky. The way he stared was as if he could see beyond the artificial blue as if he could see something that the rest of the world couldn't or simply wouldn't see.
Montag couldn't help but feel like he was being left out on some great secret as he sat across from him. He knew better than to disturb the man when he was in his Zen like state, he wouldn't answer anyway. The minuets ticked by as Montag simply sipped on his drink watching the other man with an unwavering gaze. Slowly the others head lifted up and his wide gaze came to focus on the dark haired man's face.
A slightly crooked ghost of a smile came to grace the shorter man's face "Good day Montag" came the soft voice meant only for Montag's ears only.
"The same to you Sakum" Montag said his tone light as the waitress brought his food, picking up the slender set of chopsticks next to his plate. His skillful fingers gracefully maneuvered the sticks picking up a clump of rice and guided it into his mouth. His jaw made a circular motion as he glanced up at Sakum who was content to simply watch him.
Finishing chewing he swallowed and dabbed his mouth with the linen napkin before meeting the others gaze, "I made contact" he said his voice simple and direct. His hands folded into each other and he rested his chin on the interwoven fingers his elbows on the table and his eyes staring straight into Sakum's.
Sakum's eyes reflected a hint of surprise before his face broke into a full on smile, "Was she alone?" he asked his voice dancing on amusement.
Montag shook his head, "No there was another and by their behavior I would guess that they are lovers" he said taking a sip from his glass of water.
A thin line appeared on Sakum's face, "This is a new development," he said taking a sip of his own water. Then picking up his chopsticks he leaned across the table and picked out a piece of beef from Montag's plate. Montag did not comment by now this had become habit, practice. In fact as he sat back in his own seat and watched Sakum take small bites off the plate he realized he had come to depend on the habit that Sakum represented.
Leaning forward he placed a single finger on Sakum's pale hand, bright blue eyes came to meet him, not surprised but not expecting either. Simply waiting and Montag did not waste the invitation, softly his lips brushed across Sakum's enticing a sense and taste that only he could bring.
Sakum had a clouded innocence that did not fit with the way he portrayed himself and that in itself was irresistible to him it had been from the moment he meet him and continued onto this moment the next and farther into the future. Sakum's hand slid up his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss. His thumb found Montag's pulse point and gently rubbed up against it sending a strange chill down Montag's spine.
It lasted for a long moment and then they pulled back as if it had never happened, Sakum's thumb slid back and his hand picked up the chopsticks again. Montag's hand tingled as he looked down at it two light prints from where Sakum's fingers had brushed against his palm. His senses became drugged as he began to feel a euphoric sense of falling and being raised up at the same moment.
His outer self stayed the same as Sakum ate every once in a while glancing up and smirking at the seemingly sleeping man across from him. The truth was Montag was simply a lackey, a strikingly cute lackey, but an underling non-the least. He was not apart of this and probably would never be but Sakum genuinely enjoyed having him around.
A warm breeze played through the outdoor cafe a refreshing break from the slightly cold day. This was a normal reaction of Montag's and Sakum would wait for him until he broke for air. It simply was this way and neither questioned nor wished to change it, security was given and that's all they needed at the moment.
***
My eyes hurt right now they are like this, O.O I know it's only about 1:40 but for some reason I cannot think. So I apologize profusely for the crappiness of this chapter. On other notes, the plot is finally coming into this thing and the next chapter should be full of nummy goodness and it's going to be Extra-long with a bit of FxS limeness^_~ Happiness!
Reviews:
sir edward baka sama: Aww thank you! It's such a great honor to be associated in some way to chocolate cake^_~
Redeve: I actually got it from a refrigerator magnet, your boyfriends half- German? Sweet! I'm a halfy too! I'm glad you enjoyed that part^_~
SpecterQueen: *glomps* Thank you! I actually the German heritage because Speigal means mirror in German and plus to me he just looks German *grins* Thanks I try to be as descriptive as possible without being boring
ophelia-cat: Thank you! That's really sweet of you!
Rynn Abhorsen: hehehe I think I over dramatized a bit in this chapter...okay maybe a lot *rolls eyes* I'm still trying to decide weather or not to rewrite this....Oh well! Thanks for the compliment!
Chapter C.D.: The Mummy Returns Soundtrack (Strange I know but it has the surreal feel to it that works well for this chapter)
"and in this light you can't see anything at all
and you know you can meet me at the bottom
it only takes half a second
it comes in quick and then it grows
and I can't find my own protection"
Meet me at the Bottom, Longwave
Chapter 2: Habit
His body was slender, almost painfully slender as his lithe body slipped through the crowd. He stood about 5'11. His short fine dark hair was pulled back into his black stocking cap, which was pulled down over his ears. His black trench swirled around his legs, which were clad in a superb silk pants and his upper body had a dark blue custom made shirt that clung to every muscle. The top three buttons had been undone and showed off the luscious lightly tanned skinned with a hint of defined muscles.
The face to go with the to die for body was flawlessly sculpted, his high cheekbones and delicate lips and nose gave a very definite female air to him but the moment one looked into his eyes that feeling was lost. His blue eyes were dark almost to the point of black and they gave off the feeling of tightly controlled power masked with an infinite calm, they were simply breathtaking.
His stride was not hurried but rather it was as if he was the world slowed for him. As his smooth leather boots beat out a tune as he walked to the outdoor cafe the crowds almost seemed to part in front of him. The man he was coming to meet was waiting at the table.
He was shorter than the other one standing just under his shoulder, his hair was also dark only it spiked. Also his eyes were blue but they shined brightly. His face was also one of the coveted perfect variety with a shadow of hair around his jaw line and chin. A black hat was pulled low over one of his eyes. His outfit consisted of a pair dark torn jeans and a white undershirt with a black silk shirt over that, unbuttoned.
He was leaning back on the last two legs of the chair his legs crossed and his right knee pressed against the table's edge keeping the perfect balance. Lying in front of him was a light colored menu and a tall glass of water; a bright colored umbrella was poking out of the man's mouth as he stared with blank eyes into the sky. The way he stared was as if he could see beyond the artificial blue as if he could see something that the rest of the world couldn't or simply wouldn't see.
Montag couldn't help but feel like he was being left out on some great secret as he sat across from him. He knew better than to disturb the man when he was in his Zen like state, he wouldn't answer anyway. The minuets ticked by as Montag simply sipped on his drink watching the other man with an unwavering gaze. Slowly the others head lifted up and his wide gaze came to focus on the dark haired man's face.
A slightly crooked ghost of a smile came to grace the shorter man's face "Good day Montag" came the soft voice meant only for Montag's ears only.
"The same to you Sakum" Montag said his tone light as the waitress brought his food, picking up the slender set of chopsticks next to his plate. His skillful fingers gracefully maneuvered the sticks picking up a clump of rice and guided it into his mouth. His jaw made a circular motion as he glanced up at Sakum who was content to simply watch him.
Finishing chewing he swallowed and dabbed his mouth with the linen napkin before meeting the others gaze, "I made contact" he said his voice simple and direct. His hands folded into each other and he rested his chin on the interwoven fingers his elbows on the table and his eyes staring straight into Sakum's.
Sakum's eyes reflected a hint of surprise before his face broke into a full on smile, "Was she alone?" he asked his voice dancing on amusement.
Montag shook his head, "No there was another and by their behavior I would guess that they are lovers" he said taking a sip from his glass of water.
A thin line appeared on Sakum's face, "This is a new development," he said taking a sip of his own water. Then picking up his chopsticks he leaned across the table and picked out a piece of beef from Montag's plate. Montag did not comment by now this had become habit, practice. In fact as he sat back in his own seat and watched Sakum take small bites off the plate he realized he had come to depend on the habit that Sakum represented.
Leaning forward he placed a single finger on Sakum's pale hand, bright blue eyes came to meet him, not surprised but not expecting either. Simply waiting and Montag did not waste the invitation, softly his lips brushed across Sakum's enticing a sense and taste that only he could bring.
Sakum had a clouded innocence that did not fit with the way he portrayed himself and that in itself was irresistible to him it had been from the moment he meet him and continued onto this moment the next and farther into the future. Sakum's hand slid up his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss. His thumb found Montag's pulse point and gently rubbed up against it sending a strange chill down Montag's spine.
It lasted for a long moment and then they pulled back as if it had never happened, Sakum's thumb slid back and his hand picked up the chopsticks again. Montag's hand tingled as he looked down at it two light prints from where Sakum's fingers had brushed against his palm. His senses became drugged as he began to feel a euphoric sense of falling and being raised up at the same moment.
His outer self stayed the same as Sakum ate every once in a while glancing up and smirking at the seemingly sleeping man across from him. The truth was Montag was simply a lackey, a strikingly cute lackey, but an underling non-the least. He was not apart of this and probably would never be but Sakum genuinely enjoyed having him around.
A warm breeze played through the outdoor cafe a refreshing break from the slightly cold day. This was a normal reaction of Montag's and Sakum would wait for him until he broke for air. It simply was this way and neither questioned nor wished to change it, security was given and that's all they needed at the moment.
***
My eyes hurt right now they are like this, O.O I know it's only about 1:40 but for some reason I cannot think. So I apologize profusely for the crappiness of this chapter. On other notes, the plot is finally coming into this thing and the next chapter should be full of nummy goodness and it's going to be Extra-long with a bit of FxS limeness^_~ Happiness!
Reviews:
sir edward baka sama: Aww thank you! It's such a great honor to be associated in some way to chocolate cake^_~
Redeve: I actually got it from a refrigerator magnet, your boyfriends half- German? Sweet! I'm a halfy too! I'm glad you enjoyed that part^_~
SpecterQueen: *glomps* Thank you! I actually the German heritage because Speigal means mirror in German and plus to me he just looks German *grins* Thanks I try to be as descriptive as possible without being boring
ophelia-cat: Thank you! That's really sweet of you!
Rynn Abhorsen: hehehe I think I over dramatized a bit in this chapter...okay maybe a lot *rolls eyes* I'm still trying to decide weather or not to rewrite this....Oh well! Thanks for the compliment!
Chapter C.D.: The Mummy Returns Soundtrack (Strange I know but it has the surreal feel to it that works well for this chapter)