A Stone's Throw Into The River Of Continuity
Author's Note: Inspiration for this piece came from several sources -- mainly Prelude a l'apres-midi d'un faune by Claude Debussy -- music whose mood is dreamlike - and Star Trek's Mirror, Mirror written by Jerome Bixby - an episode I have always enjoyed for its sinister aspects. This piece is sort of like an alternate universe, but not, and I don't know how well the characters come off in this setting, as I didn't intend for anything to be too concrete, but I hope the reader will stick along for the ride.
O'Bannon stared at the whorehouse and smiled. He couldn't count the number of times he'd been to them over the years. Empty years that seemed liked they'd taken place thousands of years ago... Empty compared to a single moment of being with Chon.
His smile widened into a grin.
With his ridiculously cute smile and the crinkles it made in the corners of his black doll eyes... Eyes that shone at him like a clear midnight sky bursting with uncountable star fires...
Goose bumps prickled the skin beneath the heavy layers of his coat and shirt as he remembered the look in those black eyes when he'd woke in their bed. Their bed... As if it had always been that way and always would be... Soft... Smiling with the laughter of the night... Like black velvet... His smile a warm, silent greeting. Roy closed his eyes and felt Chon's arms around him again as they lay in the soft glow of the morning. They were like logs, heavy and strong, but his touch soft as a child's, his scent sweeter than a pine forest. Roy lost himself again for a few moments. There was nothing like it.
He thought of the beautiful women fondly. They had given him just a piece of solace, just a hint of what it could be like.
Their voices whispered to him, trying to draw him in.
Looking up, his lips quirked as he heard giggling floating down from one of the open windows.
He walked across, up the steps and opened the door.
The whispers hit him at full volume and rushed past him, squeaking past the closing door.
"Come here, Roy..."
Their eyes were all alike -- ageless seduction reaching across the air from fat and thin bodies with different skins.
He smiled at the woman holding his arm.
"What'll it be, cowboy?" She winked.
"How bout a massage and a bath?"
"A lavender one?"
"Oo... Just what I like."
He went upstairs with her and lounged on the bed until it was time. As she readied the tub, O'Bannon let his eyes wander the room with detached interest. No great revelations greeted him. The room was plain.
Just four walls with a window full of lace curtains. Nothing to jump up and down about. Yep, still the same... Still-
The mirror caught his eyes.
Now that's different. Hm, drawers look a little scuffed up. Is that a bullet crease? Nice perfume bottle... What's that stickin' out of the bottom drawer? A pink handkerchief? Oo, and a red one. Mm... Chon would love that.
He smiled at his reflection and watched it smile back. His blond locks were overgrown, curling into his eyes and beneath his ears like vines. It pleased him.
Maybe I should let it grow all the way out, like Chon's... All long and wild and...
His reflection agreed and winked at him.
O'Bannon stared at himself.
The mirror was oval-shaped and encompassed his frame in a life-size portrait. The man inside beckoned him in with a sultry look in his blue eyes.
"Oh, right." O'Bannon turned away and smiled at her. "Just what I need to get rid of all this trail dust."
"Yeah, right, Roy."
He grinned as he took his shirt off. "It's all there, trust me."
He crawled into the tubful of soothing lavender water and sighed.
It was absolutely luxurious.
His slightly drunken senses urged him to sleep, to let the whiskey and the water have their way with him. If only a certain long-haired man were here... He closed his eyes, remembering. Remembering...
The water enveloped him as he sank lower, stretching out in his pool of lavender. He felt like taking a nap to dream. But the lady wanted to fuck with him and the lapping water missed its chance to drown him. It smacked the sides of the tub angrily until she quit playing and went away, only slightly put out by his teasing.
He laid, eyes closed, thinking of a time in another bathtub. Thinking that for some reason he'd forgotten his robe.
He'd never worn a robe in his life. But another man had. And this wasn't a robe really, but a coat of bright colors -- red, blue, yellow -- embroidered with strange patterns that still captivated his memory.
O'Bannon smiled as he felt Chon's hands on his shoulders. "What took you so long?"
"I have always been here."
"Ahh..." Roy sighed his appreciation and let his head roll forward as Chon's fingers worked the tension, he had not known existed, out of his neck. "I was just thinking about you."
"And I have been thinking of you all day."
A sigh of content eased out of Roy's throat as Chon's fingers rubbed deep into the muscles in his neck, leaving the once rigid column warm and strung out like an open accordion.
The endearment startled and pleased him. "Yess... God, your hands are incredible."
"They were made to please you."
O'Bannon jerked up straight and rubbed his right ear. "Chon?" With a start, he realized he was alone. Turning this way and that, he looked for the owner of that familiar voice, but of course he wasn't there. How could he have been?
Roy listened to the voices and grunts and giggles coming from the other rooms. He frowned.
The voice echoed in his ear, haunting him, twisting his thoughts around the man he loved.
He sank beneath the water for a moment to clear his head, but when he resurfaced his head felt even more stuffed with foggy confusion. It must have been a dream. He must have gone to sleep. He closed his eyes and settled back to sleep, focusing on the water's caress. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled at himself for letting his thoughts get carried away. His blond head came to rest against the rim of the tub as lavender sleep claimed him at last.
Invisible heat floated up and vanished under a watchful pair of dark eyes..
Roy slept on; unaware of what was happening in the mirror.
Fingertips glided up a pale arm, gently disturbing the uniform pattern in which the water had laid the short yellow hairs. O'Bannon smiled in his sleep.
"Don't get cold, love."
He watched the eyes of his mate open slowly, the blues filled with the mist of sleep. The water, love.
The white foam of the lavender's upheaval clung to O'Bannon's pink, shriveled skin as he crawled out and began to wipe it away. With a satisfied groan, he dove onto the bed and stretched out. The lavender drifted inside of him and on his skin and in his hair, soaking through him, completely permeating his limbs with ease to lay him on the bed like a marionette with no strings. Small fingers began to knead his back and his voice talked on its own. The woman's voice talked back, sometimes shrill with laughter. He grew tired and pretended to sleep. As the roots of sleep dragged him beneath the ground of consciousness again, he heard it.
"Night, Roy." Her kiss was soft, her footsteps even softer.
He felt pleasantly warm all over and his mind spun images of his companion with the long black hair and the child-like smile. "Chon." He smiled at the man in his mind.
"You need to stay warm, love."
The top cover was turned down over him and this time Roy didn't move. He tried to sleep, half waiting for Chon's voice to speak to him again.
The mirror, love.
He stood up and walked up to the mirror, watching himself. White scars from fights and bullets graced his upper arms, his abs and his thighs. His hips were bony, malnourished-looking. And sensitive... Too sensitive... Chon's touch drove him mad there. He opened the top drawer and pulled the red handkerchief out. It was made out of silk and as he rubbed it against his cheek, it reminded him of the silk of Chon's hair. He put it back.
Well, well... The contents of the next drawer proved to be even more interesting. He pulled the long, white chemise from its home and held it out. It smelled like perfume. Her perfume... And thousands like her... His reflection smiled at him, baring its bunny front teeth. He put it on.
"This should be fun."
He admired himself in the mirror. The soft cotton hung at his calves, leaving his slender, bony white ankles scandalously bare. Chuckling, he sat down on the faded green velvet bench and looked at his reflection in the large oval mirror. His hair was already half dry.
Chon was knocking on the door.
"Door's open." His voice called. He wondered if Chon would really come through or if the door would simply open and then close revealing nothing.
He watched Chon's reflection come in and then lock the door. Lock them in with the strange whispers that were calling his name... Lock him in with Chon... Lock him into Chon... Locking... Locking him inside of Chon...
"Roy, I have been looking for you."
His hair wasn't tied back neatly, but tangled about his shoulders and something fluttered inside Roy as he watched Chon toss his head, flinging some of the raven waves behind his back. "Well, I'd say you found me."
Wang stopped at the bed and fingered the covers. "Did she?"
"Did she what?"
"Did she get what she wanted?"
The question was gentle, almost absent of all intent.
Roy turned and after a few moments, Chon eyes met his.
Chon smiled. "Good." The smile left his face. "Sometimes, I think you come here to torture me."
Roy's chest tightened. "Torture you? Chon-"
"Yes." The China man continued quietly. "You do not belong here."
Roy laughed, thoughts of hurting Chon vanishing for a moment. "Chon, that is the first time anyone has ever said that to me." His laughter dropped off as Chon continued to stare at him. Something stirred inside him as he gazed into the black eyes.
"Where do I belong?"
Passion prickled the back of Roy's neck as Chon closed the distance between them.
"With me," he smiled. "You are mine and someday we will go to a place where I can have you all to myself."
Possibilities leapt through Roy's mind and he beamed at the man standing over him. "Fine with me. I get tired of trying to fight off all these women anyway." Arching his eyebrows mischievously, Roy picked up a large silver brush and ran it through his hair. He gasped as Chon wrenched his head back by the hair.
"Then don't encourage them. I don't like games."
Roy flinched as Chon's strength startled him. He was powerful, possessing frightening speed. "Awh... Okay..." Roy grumbled. "She's just a girl, Chon. God, what's gotten into you? Have you been drinking again?"
Chon's eyes glittered. "I can play games, Roy, but I don't know if you will like them."
Roy shivered as the whisper vibrated through his ear with a chilling coldness.
"Do you want to play games tonight, love?" Chon murmured against his throat, pulling Roy's head back further.
"N,no..." Roy laughed, but it was tremulous at best. The intense heat of Chon's breath against his skin distracted him. Roy swallowed, aroused by the feel of Chon's lips moving with his throat. "I think I've had enough of them already."
"Very well." Chon laved a kiss against the dip at the base of Roy's throat, listening to him sigh a little, before he let go and moved away.
Roy frowned, rubbing his pulled hair.
"Did that hurt, love?"
"A little. God, you're rough sometimes."
"My passion for you overwhelms me." Smiling, he buried his face in the blond tresses and kissed the skin beneath their roots. "I can't control myself at the sight of you."
Roy squirmed as Chon's kisses tickled down the back of his neck.
"Forgive me?" He grinned, his voice innocent.
"Hoo... Apology accepted."
"Good." Chon's eyes smiled over the top of his head and then he stood up.
After a moment, Roy resumed brushing his hair.
Chon stared at Roy's reflection as it gazed at his own with a strange smile, humming. The blond brushed his golden hair as if he could do it forever.
Chon took the brush away from his partner. "Let me."
Roy looked at him questioningly and then relaxed as Chon began to brush his hair for him. He smiled at his partner when he finished. "Thank you."
Chon combed his fingers through the soft, damp gold. "Your hair shines, Roy, you should wear a hat less often."
Roy's smile was shy. Chon's comments made him feel a little self-conscious sometimes, even though he liked them. "Hm... It's habit. And growing up I needed it. That desert sun is awful. It would roast my skin."
Roy closed his eyes as Chon stroked his hair with one hand while the other slid over his throat light as a feather.
"You smell good."
Roy's hand came up and grasped Chon's hand, pulling it down and clasping it against his chest. He smiled at the picture they made.
"I would like if you wore lavender more often."
Roy smiled. "Ah... You like that, huh?"
"Yes. Very much. It suits you."
His heart lighter, Roy squeezed Chon's hand and leaned back against him, resting his head against his chest.
Chon's reflection turned thoughtful as he stared at Roy. "What are you thinking about?"
"What are you doing?"
Roy sighed. "Right now I'm looking at one handsome hombre standing behind me."
Chon smiled. "You have not answered my question though. What are you wearing, love?"
Mention of the ridiculous garment brought a grin to Roy's face. "This little thing? Just somethin' I slipped on."
Chon leaned to Roy's left, watching Roy watch his reflection in the mirror. He pressed his nose into the blond tresses, taking in their perfumed scent. His lips grazed the rim of Roy's ear. "You tempt me with your beauty, lover. If you only knew what I wanted to do..." Chon kissed the silken skin, smoothing his lips around until he reached the earlobe.
Roy squirmed as Chon sucked and bit at the delicate flesh gently. "What do you w... ahhh... to do?"
"I want to have my way with you. To do nasty things to you."
Roy shivered, his drugged eyes never leaving the mirror. His blues remained frozen to the black eyes of his partner as they sparkled at his reflection with a sinister hunger.
"What... What kinds of things?"
Chon smiled. "Terrible things. Things that will make you moan and cry and scream your sweetness to me."
Roy shivered as Chon's fingertips glided down his back. The flimsy material of the chemise puffed up, nearly letting Chon's fingers through. Suddenly, Roy felt naked to the black eyes before him. He moaned and flinched as Chon's index finger ran down his spine, sending sparks of electricity across his back, up and down his spine, setting each vertebrae tingling. "Right now?" He choked.
"Yes, sunshine... Now. I cannot wait another night."
"But, Chon, shouldn't we go- Ahh...Oh..."
"There is no one like you, not in China, not here, not anywhere else. My golden man..." Chon whispered into a pale ear, watching his partner's reflection out of the corner of his eyes. "You were made for me. Made in my brightest and darkest desires, even though I knew nothing of them then. You desire gold, but I desire you for you are my gold, my treasure to plunder."
"P,plunder?" Roy stuttered.
"Yes, love," Chon whispered, crouching down and sliding his hand slowly up Roy's calf. "I am going to plunder every inch of you... Slowly... So very slowly..."
Roy flinched as Chon's hand smoothed over his sensitive knee, pushing the white material up to expose his trembling thighs.
"Even now you are trembling, my love, so ready to be plundered." Chon murmured as he took the treasure nestled in the golden curls. "So soft and bright, my sunshine..."
Roy moaned incoherently as his lover's hand made him feel agonizingly thick and heavy. The lavender floated about his head in sweet clouds emptying onto him. He gasped and shook as Chon's fingers danced over his thigh and slid slowly down his leg, hot and heavy, smoothing his calf again, coming to rest around his ankle. He was helpless in Chon's strength, knowing Chon could tip him head over heels with one hand.
"I wouldn't want anyone else to see these ankles."
"No. Such a fragile part of you shouldn't be exposed."
Roy laughed a little nervously. "Well, too late for that." Despite the gentleness in Chon's tone, he sensed the intense protection in his passion. Protection manifested in strength, strength holding him now, holding him all through the night for a thousand nights to come...
"Hm... I must teach you not to be so reckless." Chon stood up.
"Teach me?" Roy swallowed hard as Chon's eyes bore down on him.
"Your left shoulder is dangerously bare, my love."
Roy gulped as Chon's hand closed down on his naked skin, branding it with the heat from his palm. He blinked and when he looked at Chon's reflection, the hand on his shoulder was covered in tattoos of strange symbols. And Chon had traded his buckskins for a pale green robe with more of the strange tattoos in white. The odd markings marred his cheeks, but his black eyes were the same. Always the same... Roy felt numbness spreading through his eyes as he stared into the mirror.
"Tonight you will quake in my arms, love."
Roy stared at his lover's reflection, paralyzed.
"But when you sleep, my arms will be your fortress."
Roy turned and rose to meet the other man as Chon took his hand. He felt out of place as the man that had once been the Chon he thought he knew raised his hand to his lips and kissed it, his dark eyes sparkling with even darker promises.
"You look lost, sunshine."
"I... I've never seen you this way. I think... I think I drank too much."
"No, love, your eyes are not deceiving you. Let me show you." With that, he leaned forward and touched his lips to Roy's own.
Roy remained still, half afraid of what the kiss would be, but when the familiar tenderness of Chon's nearness touched him, he knew that this was his lover, his partner, his friend. His lips parted; letting Chon's breath warm his mouth as his lips caressed him. He rejoiced as their mouths sealed together with a kiss and he felt complete.
The blond embraced him, running his hands through the silken black waves, as their lips parted and met, again and again.
"But how? How- God, this is strange. You are different when you drink."
Chon silenced him with a kiss and chuckled. "I have not been drinking."
"Sh. All that is sufficient is that you know I love you, that every time we meet, our bond grows stronger. That you make me free from the bonds of what is old."
"We meet? You mean-"
But Chon kissed him, crushing him in his arms, pillaging his mouth with his tongue until Roy's body was shaking with the need for air. He broke away on unsteady feet, gasping, yet ready to dive back into that kiss until he suffocated.
Chon traced the puffy lips with his index finger, his other hand resting on Roy's hip, securing him, pulling him close again. "You are so beautiful when you tremble for me, lover."
Roy sank to the bench, feeling weak. He needed to catch his breath, to step back from this amazing connection with his lover, but he couldn't. He sighed as Chon knelt before him and rested his dark head on his thigh for a moment. Stroking Chon's hair, Roy grew tight as Chon's warm breath ghosted up his thigh, through the flimsy material and touched him.
Chon raised his head. "Stand up, love."
The endless possibilities emanating from the simple command thrilled and frightened him. "You aren't going to-"
"Sh..." He took O'Bannon's hands and pulled him up. Smiling, he turned Roy to face the mirror. "Look at how beautiful you are."
Roy looked, but his attention was immediately diverted to Chon as the other man disappeared behind him. He shivered as Chon's hands ran up his thighs, bunching up the white cotton until it was at his waist. A shot of excitement passed through his gut as he felt Chon's eyes on his bare ass. "Like what you see?"
"Soon you will know how much. Soon..."
Roy's breath caught as Chon's thumbs stroked his cheeks. Roy squirmed for more and he let out a startled cry as Chon pulled him down into his lap, placing his milky globes against his groin.
"Do you feel me? Do you feel how much I want you?"
"Yes." Roy croaked. "Yes..." He tensed as Chon's fingers skated up beneath the front of the gown, tickling his ribs, flicking and rubbing his nipples until they reddened and rose up, hard round outlines through the whiteness. "Yes, yes..." Roy twisted and arched against his lover as Chon grazed his aching nubs with only the lightest of touches.
"So sweet," Chon murmured into his neck. "So hard and soft and ready to be taken." Chon's fingers skimmed lower...
Roy squealed, thrusting his hips madly as Chon ran his fingertips up and down the curves of his hipbones. "Chonnnnn!"
Chon giggled, holding his squirming lover tight. He silenced the screams with a simple movement of his hand and listened to Roy moan deeply as he grasped the treasure between his lover's thighs.
Roy gasped and raised his legs, bracing his feet against the dresser as two hands enfolded him. "God, Chon..." He rubbed his cheek against Chon's own, squirming back against him. Soft... Strong...
"You are so ripe, lover, just waiting to burst. But you are not trembling yet." He finished ominously."
"What are you going to do?"
Roy moaned as Chon's fingers stroked him like a whisper.
Roy whimpered as Chon's touch grew stronger and stronger with a sureness that maddened him. He squirmed, pushing himself into Chon's hands, as he grew thicker, tingling with every touch of Chon's fingers.
"Easy, love." Chon murmured, holding his struggling body tighter.
"Chon... I can't- I can't- Uhhh..."
"Yes, love... Flow for me." Chon squeezed gently, milking some of the whiteness from his lover. "So wet and ready for me, love. So tight..."
Roy struggled desperately in his arms, whimpering as Chon brushed his weeping head again and again. He inhaled sharply and his breathing quickened as Chon worked him into a frenzy. He ground his ass against Chon's groin as his impending release came closer and closer to the zenith.
"What... Chon..." Roy slumped against his hard chest as Chon's hands disappeared. "Chon..." He tried to lift himself up, seeking the contact he so desperately needed, but Chon's arms felt like iron.
"Not yet, love."
"I am not done having my way with you."
The blond's cock lifted as Chon's hand slipped beneath it and began a deliberately slow massage of his balls. Moaning, Roy arched as Chon pinched and pulled his aching nipples until they throbbed with the ache in his cock like a drum beat. He whimpered as Chon started again, stroking and squeezing, pushing his arousal to the limit. He bucked, pushing into the hardness against his ass.
"No!" Roy cried. "Please!" He begged as Chon started to slow down again. "Please- Ahh!" Roy flinched violently as the brush of Chon's finger over the head of his leaking cock electrified him. "Noo... Ah! Awhh..."
"If you could only see how your thighs are quivering for me... See the way your cock moves from my touch..." Chon murmured and clamped his arms around Roy as his lover whimpered and jerked from the mere touch of his finger.
"I will, my love."
Roy's head lolled back on Chon's shoulder and he felt wet lips press against his throat.
"Open to me, lover."
Roy gasped and arched back hard as Chon's fingernail penetrated his slit.
Chon's arms tightened around him. "Open to me." He withdrew and rounded the head, building the tension inside his lover again, smoothing and teasing the delicate flesh.
"No... Chon... Please..." Roy cried, "please... "
Chon felt Roy shake all over as he slipped his finger into Roy's exquisitely sensitive opening again.
Roy's breath caught as the agonizing electricity of their intimacy overwhelmed him.
"Such a small part of me is inside you, love."
Roy exhaled shakily as Chon left him, relaxing for a moment, missing him and when Chon entered him again he shook, his senses focused on that tiny hole and the tiny invader, which pierced him and drew his moisture out.
"I love how you feel right now, sunshine."
Roy whimpered. He gasped as Chon's finger parted his unwilling slit, stroking his delicate recesses with the tip of a finger pad. It felt like fire.
"You are so sweet there, sunshine. So sweet and wet..."
Roy couldn't bear the powerful sensations coming out of his cock. He whimpered pitifully, whining and crying as Chon tortured him slowly.
"Cry for me, sunshine, so I may taste the gold in your tears."
Roy pressed harder against the dresser, needing to move. He cried raggedly as the head of his throbbing cock jerked from the slightest brush of a fingertip, flinching as Chon dipped into his slit again and again.
Chon growled, kissing and lapping up the crystal tears with his hungry red tongue.
Roy shrieked and kicked the mirror as the tingling, burning pleasure built inside him until he couldn't stand it.
"Love!" Chon swung the struggling blond up in his arms and carried him to bed.
"Please, please!" Roy cried. He strained against Chon's hard body, pulling at his hair, as his need grew unbearably stronger. "PLEASE!" He sobbed.
"Sh..." After flinging off his robe, Chon knelt over him, raking Roy's flushed skin with his eyes. "Shush, love. You are so beautiful." Sitting between Roy's kicking legs, Chon took them firmly and held his thighs open with an iron grip on each knee. "Sh."
The touch maddened Roy, the underside of his knees too sensitive for Chon's fingers. He tore at the covers and screamed until the warmth of Chon's mouth on him cut his voice off.
Chon drew back and smiled. "So soft, like the finest silk in China."
"Please, it hurts." Roy sniffled. He stole a kiss at Chon's chin as Chon murmured in Chinese, kissing his eyes and nose and cheeks with a tenderness that made him tremble. "Please... Chon, I can't- Please... Ahhh..." The blond whimpered as Chon's mouth tugged on his nipple, making his cock flow as if it were being tugged on. He cried out as Chon's teeth pulled a little too harshly, but the moisture between his legs never stopped and Chon's tongue bathed his red peak until he writhed from its warm caresses. Roy whimpered pitifully as Chon's mouth closed down on his other nipple. He grabbed Chon's head and pulled on it as Chon did terrible and wonderful things to his aching tit.
Smiling, Chon laved his tongue down the pale, trembling frame, tasting lavender and Roy. He watched his lover arch beautifully as he blew across the head of his weeping cock.
"So sweet, love, so ready... You've been so warm and wet for me so long I have barely been able to resist." Chon smiled, gazing down at the tear-sparkling blues. "Now I will taste your sweetness." He leaned in and took what was his, drinking the moisture out of his lover. His arousal, which had been waiting, pulsed as he felt his love writhe beneath him, his soft weeping the sweetest thing Chon had ever heard.
Roy's breathing quickened as soothing warmth took his ache away. Empty, he let his head loll to one side as the last of the tears ran down his cheeks. He felt drained, but his body hummed and pulsed where Chon's mouth had been as if it were still there, had always been there...
"The sweetest wine can not compare with your taste." Chon murmured and pressed a kiss to his throat. He nuzzled for a few minutes and enjoyed the silk and the quiver of his Adam's apple. The blond's arms came around him as he pressed kisses to his eyes, lapping up the last of the golden tears. "You are so beautiful, my love, so ready..."
"Ready?" The blond sighed, small points of anticipation and confusion lighting up his eyes.
"Yes." With a soft kiss, he began to ripen Roy's lips again. "Ready for me to ravish."
"Oh god." Roy whispered.
"I am so ready for you, my love." Chon murmured, pressing his ache against the tiny opening between Roy's cheeks.
Roy trembled as he felt how large Chon was. "Please... I can't take much more."
"Oh, but you will, love. I haven't even begun to plunder you."
Roy whimpered as Chon's mouth bit, kissed, sucked and laved every inch of his body, setting his skin on fire. He gasped as his lower body flew up under the strength of Chon's hands and he clung to Chon's back with his legs. He half gasped, half shrieked as Chon's tongue plunged into his ass hole. Moaning, he squirmed and pushed, needing more of the warm, wet invader. Chon's tongue danced inside him, pushing and exploring his lush tightness. Nothing was better than Chon's mouth all over him, on him, inside him...
The familiar excitement started his body shaking as Chon's finger pushed inside him, opening him for what was to come.
"Oh, love, you open so easily. Do you know how incredible it feels inside you? You are always so deliciously tight and warm. It drives me crazy."
"Uhh... Sh- God... Then come on..."
Roy relaxed and heat blazed between his cheeks as he took all of Chon.
Chon and his incredibly black eyes... Like a night sky... Expansive... All encompassing...
Roy clung tighter as Chon moved and heat bloomed up inside his body and spread like a cloud. He panted against Chon's mouth, mixing their breath, as Chon slid back and forth inside him, wet and long and hard. His toes curled as he moved in Chon's strength, sliding back and forth in gloriously wet heat and the most beautiful moans from Chon's mouth were filling his own. He gasped and shrieked as Chon pierced him, touching something deep inside. Frantic thrusts jolted Roy out of his rhythm as Chon's body coiled and rippled as he bucked and thrust into him, giving himself to him completely until he had no more to give. Groaning, Chon let himself sink down against the flushed skin beneath him, trembling against Roy's golden heat.
Roy pulled Chon close, running his hands through the silky hair he loved. He meant to say something smart about Imperial guards, but all that came out was a sigh and a quiver. Even now, their bodies hummed together. Still overwhelmed, Roy clung to him and let out a sigh. "Chon..."
Chon smiled against him, exhausted from the satisfaction of his desires. "Hm..." He pressed a kiss on Roy's chest and snuggled closer.
Chon smiled at the small whine in his throat. "Sh."
Chon propped up on an elbow and kissed him. "Sh... You should sleep, love."
"I want to. With you. But not here. We have to leave."
Chon smiled and rolled them over. He pulled the covers up over them and gave O'Bannon a kiss on the forehead. "No."
"But, Chon, you-" Roy squirmed and then thought better of trying to escape. He sighed and pressed his cheek against Chon's chest, listening to him breathe. He grew upset as he thought about having to leave Chon's embrace, even if it was only to go home. Sighing, he muttered, "I wish we were home."
"Why, love? We are home."
Roy flinched and woke to a dark room lit with candles. Black as night... Black as Chon's eyes...
The whisper startled him and he searched the room for the voices, but he was alone. Alone except for the mirror and the two reflections in it. Pale and blond... The other black and tan...
"Chon." Roy turned and stared into the black eyes.
"What's wrong, love?" Concerned at the confused look on Roy's face, Chon pulled him close. "Are you alright? You seem distracted." Chon began to stroke his hair, moving the locks out of Roy's face so he could see the deep blues a little better in the faint light. Roy was sweating and Chon feared by his startled movement that something had disturbed him. "Are you feeling okay? You woke up so suddenly."
Roy relaxed and gave himself over to the familiar voice, to the touch he knew so well. "I had the strangest dream. I went to this weird place with nothing but women and took a bath. But then you came and we were wearing these strange clothes. And your tattoos were gone." Roy frowned and traced the markings across Chon's cheeks.
Chon smiled. "Love, every time you drink too much you have these dreams. You must try not to celebrate so much."
"Not always. Sometimes, I dream them with no help at all. I don't like them, Chon. They scare me. It's like we're together, but something's wrong and we have to hide."
"Sh." Chon soothed and kissed him. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to make light of it." He ran a hand through the blond's rumpled locks.
"It scares me a lot." Roy snuggled into Chon's strength, comforted when Chon held him tighter. "Just promise me you won't go any where."
Chon chuckled softly. "Love, I can't. I am bound to you. In life and death."
Roy shivered. "Chon, let's not talk about death, okay? Maybe I was just seeing us in another life. You said it was possible."
"It is. We can't be sure what our future lives hold. Don't worry about it, love. We must live in the here and now. We have so much to do. Tomorrow we sail for buried treasure." He grinned suddenly at the thought of adventure on the high seas with his blond companion.
"I know and we haven't found a treasure in weeks. I'm a terrible pirate."
Chon giggled. "Not true."
Roy smiled and kissed him. "I love you."
"I love you. Now sleep, love, you are safe."
Roy closed his eyes, secure in Chon's embrace, but the cuts on his foot nagged at the edge of his mind like the strange whispers.