Bellagio Kiss…
*All elements of Mystere and Kooza belong to Cirque Du Soleil. All elements of Las Vegas belong to the state of Nevada.
Moha sighed as he walked back to the Treasure Island with Trickster, "I never actually REALIZED how good their food was!"
"Oh REALLY? After we've already been there once?" Trickster asked this with a sly grin…getting a glare back from Moha-Samedi in turn.
"You DRAGGED US OUT before we even HAD an actual MEAL there the FIRST TIME!" Moha reminded him. Trickster laughed; "Well! Got your attention, didn't it?"
Moha sighed, picking up pace, mainly to distract himself with the walk…only to be stopped when Trickster suddenly did same, staring up at the Bellagio fountains which they had been passing by…
"…trick? You've never seen-?" Moha asked as Trickster observed, leaning against the railing.
"I usually just transport myself STRAIGHT to your domain, Narrator," He seemed to whisper in awe under his breath, "I 've heard of these fountains…but I never imagined something man made…could seem so natural and beautiful…"
"…like us?" Moha asked softly, leaning on the railing beside him…Trickster smirked, "Yes, Narrator…like US."
It was Moha's turn to chuckle as he stared back up…yet he suddenly found himself afraid to take his gaze off the fountains as Trickster's hand suddenly pressed softly against the spine of his back…
"So…" He heard Trickster's voice practically BREATHE against his ear and down his neck, "Back to our little chat in the restaurant…about your lost love-"
"GODS, stop TALKING about it as if my HEART has been SHATTERED already?" Moha hissed through clenched teeth, clenching his eyes shut, "I ACCEPT Belle's ENGAGED…NOTE: Not just WITH, but GETTING MARRIED TO Gabriel, EVER-SO-PERFECT (if there ever WERE such a thing) LEADER OF THE ARCHANGELS, YES I'm HAPPIER than WORDS that the Black Widow has stopped STALKING ME, and YES I'm HAPPY you're HERE TO HELP ME MOVE ON-"
Moha had to catch himself at that, eyes flashing wide open as he caught his breath, hands raking at the railing before him as he practically FELT Trickster's grin…
"WHAT'S THIS…? So he ADMITS IT…?" Trickster seemed to hiss…not in a creepy way, but in a…strangely…alluring and…warm and sincere feel…
"S-So I-I- admit…WHAT-?" Moha stammered, suddenly trembling…he was so enraptured in his own rant, he hadn't realized he'd said…something…ENDEARING…about…Trickster…? He wasn't sure, he'd gotten so caught up in it, he hadn't realized what he said…
But Trickster somehow had, as his hand made its way up Moha's back and onto his shoulder…the other suddenly brushing his face with cold, yet warm fingers…
"So…DO YOU?"
"…Do I, WHAT-?"
"…DO..YOU…CARE…FOR…ME?"
Now Moha HAD to turn, and give the passionate struck Trickster a confused look, "…How did we go from MY loss of a LONG time want-to-be-love-interest to YOU wanting me…AGAIN? Why…WHY does it always have to be about YOU?"
Trickster sighed…then surprised Moha as his hands suddenly left the confused Narrator…then hoisted himself up onto the stone railing, standing against an Italian lamppost as he looked down at the Narrator…
"You said it yourself…you were DISTRACTED from Belle…and many OTHER things…by ME…tell me…HOW have I been…DISTRACTING you?"
"Well," Moha huffed in exasperation, thumb and index finger pressed against the bridge of his nose, "EVER SINCE you POPPED into my world out of that SCARLET and GOLD BOX of yours…you've popped up HERE, THERE, and EVERYWHERE…you've been spending most of your time with or after ME…you've FORCED YOURSELF UPON ME against your will…" Suddenly, his frustrated tone grew softer as he continued, "…you distracted me from pain…you tried, in your own weird way, to save me from Black Widow's advances…you…you SAVED me…MANY times…and-and…You…COMFORTED and…LISTENED to me…when no one else would-"
"Because YOPU did the same for ME," Trickster's voice suddenly ghosted through his own, yet Moha didn't mind as he looked up at the still well balanced Trickster, looking down at him with nothing but love in his eyes…a look Moha would have LONGED to see from La Belle…yet for some strange reason…that look coming from Trickster didn't seem to scare him anymore…but ENTRANCE him…
"YOU listened to what I had to say…even though you didn't trust me AT FIRST, you DID allow me to stay in Mystere…and you DID entrust me…so I did the same for you…I AM a Trickster, Moha-Samedi…" Moha TREMBLED at the longing, passionate way Trickster whispered his name, "but to FINALLY meet someone who KNOWS what it's like NOT to be trusted…to trust THEm and be trusted BACK..it's touched my soul more personally than you think…now…do you trust me right NOW? To do ANYTHING I ask…so I may tell you something important?"
Moha found himself so…strangely TOUCHED by Trickster's words, he found himself nodding without resistance…as trickster smiled and reached out his hand, Moha didn't even hold back from taking it as Trickster pulled him up onto the railing….
Moha couldn't even hold back the shuddering gasp that made its way from his parted lips as trickster pulled him close…Kooza's creator leaned his back to the lamp post as he suddenly pulled Moha into a chest-to-chest-contact hug…an arm around the waist, a hand stroking fingers through his hair…all the tourists seemed to enraptured with the Bellagio fountains to notice…
Trickster's soft whisper made the blush on his face even MORE apparent…
"I LOVE YOU, MOHA-SAMEDI…and NO ONE nor NOTHING anyone can DO OR SAY will change that…I feel it…ever since we first met…ever since you opened to me…I came to care DEEPLY for you…and I KNOW you care for me…so you don't need to SAY anything…just answer me…with a way you think…NO…that WE KNOW, best…one rule though…NO TALKING…"
Moha felt his mouth go dry…NORMALLY when it came to Trickster's childish "NO TALK" games, he'd usually then scream 'WELL HOW AM I SUPPOSED TOO-?' But NO…this time he KNEW what trickster was saying…and he KNEW Trickster was right on so many levels…this was NO LONGER about La Belle…or Gabriel…or the Black Widow…or TRAPEZE…or innocent, Bebe, the clowns, ANYONE from Mystere OR Kooza…this was just him…and Trickster…and for some reason, he couldn't ask for anything more…
And it was that invisible, TRUE force alone that pulled Moha-Samedi forward, eyes fluttering closed as his lips met Trickster's in a soft, heart-felt kiss…all on his own…
Trickster seemed to sigh into Moha's mouth as both his arms engulfed Moha-Samedi, pulling him closer as the kiss became deeper, more passionate…this time, however, there was NO one-sided romance…BOTH sides were consenting, melting, GRASPING at each other to deepen the embrace…
The strange, euphoric feeling seemed to last forever until they both FINALLY pulled away, gasping for breath…Moha felt Trickster's cool hand touch his burning face, closing his eyes he found himself leaning into it…but just as he sensed Trickster leaning forward to capture his lips in another kiss, his finger suddenly touched those ruby-red lips again…
"Moha-?"
"M-Maybe…we-could…go somewhere private?"
Trickster blinked…then laughed…just like the Narrator of Mystere to suggest something for the well being of the public…
"You want we should go back to the theater, where Brian Le Petit and Pickpocket can SNAPSHOT us in bad together and [post it for the whole WORLD to see?" Trickster asked, jokingly…and to his surprise, Moha laughed good-heartedly.
"N-No no! I have…somewhere ELSE in mind…" Moha murmured.
"Oh? And Where-?" Moha quickly stopped Trickster mid-sentence with another quick peck on the lips.
"You'll…you'll see," Moha whispered breathlessly as he took Trickster's hand, immediately climbing down from the railing…it was going to be quite a walk…
*And THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ARIXA RE-INSPIRED ME! HOORAY! And…OMG! Could it BE? I'm ALMOST DONE WITH AN ENTIRE FIC LOBNGER THAN A CHAPTER? (faints)