30 Kisses (2x6x2)
-Look Over Here
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Pair: A most definite 2x6
Warning: Yaoi, lime, angst, possible sap, odd-ness of the creepy-Cozz variety, probable OOC (s'not cannon), the usual. Post-war.
Note: This is a series of 30 oneshots themed from the 30kisses community on livejournal. The oneshots all involve Zechs, Duo, and the word "kiss." Most of the oneshots will of course be yaoi, but some will be gen or het as well. This specific oneshot's theme is number 1, "look over here."
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"Look over here" a voice calls.
And so I turn to look, and no one is there.
I frown, scratch the blonde stubble of my chin before running a hand through my hair. It's night, cold, and lonely, and still damp with the aftermath of thunderstorms. I can almost see my breath fogged in the dim moonlight... dim, because the moon is hiding behind her precious clouds, avoiding my shameful existence.
Hm. It's been three years since I last saw the moon, since I really paid any attention to it... and now I don't care. It doesn't matter. The moon doesn't want to see me anymore... none of them do.
Do they?
"Look over here." A whisper against my neck. I shiver and spin around.
Again, no one is there.
I'm in a forest, about a half-mile from the house I've rented in the backcountry of the Adirondacks. I suppose I'm hiding out from the world now that life has moved on beyond the wars, beyond the fear for the Earth's destruction, but that's just an excuse I like to tell people when I get drunk enough to really care about it.
No, I like the forests, I like the night, in these old oak woods. I like to breathe the essence of a lost age. It reminds me of home, without having to step beyond the edges of my parole.
That's right. Parole. They put me on parole, when I got back from Mars.
I snort in the darkness, a hot puff of air bursting from my nostrils. Like they can stop me.
I sigh, trying to relax the tension in my shoulders. I close my eyes, inhale...
And it comes again. "Look over here" the voice calls, from my blind side. I tremble again, fear laced with the ever-unholy anticipation running through me.
And something else…
A soft, smooth, whispered laugh. A grin voiced in words. "...over here, Zechs... where I can touch you."
I turn, very slowly. There is a silhouette in the darkness, shielded by the shadow of the trees and the moon's shame of the Earth. I can just barely see lips twisted in a manic smile, exposing sharp, white teeth. They stab the air like knives in the black darkness surrounding us.
His head tilts to the side and a long nut-brown rope of strong, hard hair brushes against fabric, swaying lightly in a soft breeze. He shakes his head, those lips softening to a rueful expression. He folds his arms and leans back against the nearest tree.
"Looks like you lose, Z-boy. Again."
I mutter quietly under my breath. I know he can hear me. "You're too damned good at this game."
A laugh, louder than before. Free. "That's because it's my game to begin with."
I say nothing to that. It's true.
He made the rules, and it was his idea.
I'm just the victim, always will be in this situation.
I tilt my head to the side, considering him. I still cannot see his face. "Come here" I say quietly, knowing full well that it is not my place to do so. I lost the game, he found me first, and now he gets to make the orders.
But I never did tame easily. If he wants me, he's going to fight for it. Just as they all did, many times before. "Come here, so I can see you, Duo."
He shrugs and doesn't move. "You know the rules. I'm not going anywhere. You will come to me." There is a carefree authority to his voice. He doesn't need to carry a whip and chains in order to win my bondage.
And I know that better than anyone. I take one step toward him, not enough to close the distance between us, but enough to feel the heat of his skin in this cold and desolate place.
He laughs, amused at my resistance. He knows he's going to win anyway, but that's the not point. We both knew he would win before we started. "Just two more steps, Z-babe. Two more and then I get to touch you. Don't you want to be touched"
I fight a shudder at the images those words put into me. That voice. I hate it when he does this to me, completely disarms me without even... touching me. He tames me with his voice.
Am I that weak"No" I shake my head. "I will not." I will not move...
"Come here" he says, his voice firm. I catch glint of determined blue-black eyes and this time, the shudder wins my body entirely. I lose. Again.
He sees it and he smiles. "Come here" he says softly, motioning me closer with one shadowed finger, crooked, like a wicked witch of the wood.
I fall under his spell. Had been ruled from the start. I take another step.
I look at him almost nervously. I know it shows on my face, because I can hear it in my voice. "...Touch how"
"With my lips." A brief hum of amusement.
I close my eyes and shake my head. "No tricks."
I can almost feel the roll of his eyes. "Of course not. Come here, Zechs."
"No."
There is a deadly silence. He says nothing, only waits.
I sigh, and step forward.
He touches my face and his fingertips are very cold. I open my mouth to tell him so, but he puts those fingers before my lips and makes a hushing noise.
So I hush. I don't say a word.
I just stand there, and wait for the world to end.
"Look at me, Zechs." A soft whisper.
I don't move. I don't think I can do that.
I stare at the ground.
Those fingers, ever cold, lift my chin. I cast my eyes to the side to avoid him. I know he's staring at me, waiting. Those eyes of his are burning my skin.
"Look over here."
Slowly... I look. He's smiling. It's a soft, sincere expression. And his eyes, deep and solemn, are almost violet now, glittering in whatever light it can soak up to see.
My body is solid, but my voice is thick. "What do you want"
"To touch you..." He trails an ice cold finger along my jaw line. "...with my lips."
He wraps his hands around the back of my neck and pulls me down to him. He puts his lips onto mine, and he kisses me.
I kiss him back.
And suddenly, the moon is exposed from her clouds. Light pours in around us. I'm not so cold anymore. I'm not so angry. Or anxious.
I don't care very much about it. It doesn't matter anymore.
I kiss him, steal his breath for my own, and fight with him, wanting to make him mine.
For a moment.
All is right with the world.
A/N: I really don't understand this one, which is probably a bad thing since this is the very first in the series. Care to tackle it? Maybe they'll be better as the times go on.