S: twitches So far I have found no Kirill and Bourne slash and I don't understand why. There are sooooo many possibilities between those two; hell you have all of Bourne's past life to mess around with. Anyway so I decided after lots of frustrating searching that I'd write one myself… so I have -0 obviously.
(is it kiril or kirill?)
Enjoy!
He had tried not to think about the feelings that appeared in his fractured mind when he had first seen his face. First recognized him located him in the crowd, so out of place.
Had tried to ignore the slices of sensations that had over taken him when a memory of touch assaulted him. Hot fingers caught in his hair, painfully pulling, why was there a twisted sense of pleasure belonging to it? So many questions, no answers.
His dreams, flashes of that murder, that mystery that had been repeating over and over, each night now accompanied by separate scenes with the sense of touch, of pleasure mixed with a foreboding sense of destruction, of death and loss. He didn't dream of Marie, trying to forget her in the lost eternity of his mind, let her slip through the cracks he had tried so hard to patch up. He dreamt of the man that killed her. Each morning he would wake, a name caught on his lips, no closer to his past than when he had first fallen asleep.
Dreams fragments of memory.
The black four-wheel drive locked against his own smaller car and he glanced at the man, a look of concentration on the pale face. He tried not to let the memories distract him, pull him into darkness and warmth, tried not to wince at the echoing crunch, as metal crumpled under the influence of inertia and speed against cold hard concrete.
He crawled out of his wrecked car and stumbled, wanted to look this man in the eyes just once.
Confront the face that had haunted him since he had first laid eyes on it.
First recognized him located him in the sweltering heat.
Tried to ignore in his shattered mind.
The man that had killed his Marie.
A man with chocolate brown eyes, blood staining his skin. Bourne blinked as a wave of darkness hit him. Brown eyes searching his, desire in the gaze.
A man with soft red lips, pain etched on his face. Blinking, warm lips on his own, a hesitant kiss.
A groan of pain. Blinking he backed away, trying to clear the dark haze over his eyes, the warmth in him, around him, the groans ringing in his ears. He glanced quickly back at the injured man, into the darkness of those eyes.
A whisper of love drawn across a sliver of memory.
He didn't look back.
S: Please Review!!! And if anyone knows of any bourne/kirill slash please send me a link! Please please please!