December 4, 2000
Sequel to 'Have You Ever...'
The room was dark except for the white beam of moonlight that fell over the bed. He stood in the doorway to the balcony, the sheer curtains fluttering around him as he stood, looking, his eyes held to the bed, to the figure on the bed.
Beautiful...
He approached the bed, drifting over to its side until he could look directly down upon the vision there. Long golden brown strains of silken hair, the moonlight highlighting each strand in a shivery sheen, spilled over the pillow, out over the sheets, looking so soft... so tempting... Pale face, free of forced expressions, peaceful, fairy-like, enchanting...
Beautiful...
He reached out to touch that hair, that face, to brush his fingers over those softly curved lips and see if they were as soft as they looked... but the figure on the bed moved, shifting, the sheet pulling from that lithe body, slipping completely off, falling unheeded to the floor somewhere below.
And his breath caught.
Beautiful...
A knee hit the bed, so close to that smooth skin stretched over one slim hip. He leaned down, hovering over the sleeping beauty, his arms and knees holding him up, preventing him from crushing the enchanting creature into the bed.
Lashes flutter. Eyes blinked open.
Beautiful...
Lips parted. Gasped breath intaked.
Beautiful...
A moan; that beautiful body arching up into his. Arms coming up, wrapping around him, pulling him dow--
He stood at the doorway to the balcony, looking into the room. The moonlight illuminated the bed, highlighting the beautiful body laying there, writhing there, arching there, moaning, gasping, keeling there.
'You may have his heart,' a voice whispered from the shadows. 'But I have his body.'
And he realized the beauty wasn't alone on the bed. There was another man there, leaning over his beauty, lips devouring the lips he wanted to taste, his body taking pleasure from the body he wasn't to touch. Thrusting into his beloved beauty, wringing tiny cries of pleasure from those lips. Again. And again. And again.
The dark-haired boy shouted, thrusting into his fey love's body before falling over him, draping himself over the beauty, wrapping his arms around him. "Mine," the boy whispered, looking directly at him.
He wanted to scream, to shout. To tell him he was full of shit.
Instead, with a strangled cry, he stepped back, his foot catching on something, loosing his balance, falling back, falling over the railing, falling.
Heero woke up with a start, jumping up, unsettling the coffee mug with cold, stale coffee that tipped and poured over some loose papers that were on the desk.
"Shit," he cursed, snatching up the papers and righting the mug as he reached for some tissues to mop up the mess. Thrusting his hands into his hair, pushing his bangs back from his face, closing his eyes, and plopping his elbows onto the desk with a loud <<THUNK>>, he took a deep breath.
"Get it together, Yuy," he told himself before falling back into his chair.
It was the third dream this week--but, considering it was only Monday--he looked at the clock--it was only Tuesday, that didn't present a very good record. The fact was, the dream was only one of a hundred that had been plaguing him for a couple weeks now.
And they were getting more and more... intense...
He sighed, frowning when he noticed he was still trembling. Usually the dreams were... harmless. Or weird, like the one where Duo had his hair dressed up like Relena's and was calling to him to come back and kill him... He shivered. That one was just weird--but he chalked it up to the newscast he'd caught on one of Relena's speeches.
Yeah, normally they were just harmless... but... there were some...
Heero groaned, reaching for his coffee mug, finding it empty, and frowning. In the kitchenette he found the leftover coffee to thick to pour, and the coffee container empty.
Damn. He was drinking too much of this stuff. Somewhat sulky, he returned to his desk, pulling up the latest files Nita had sent over to him.
File Attachment, Encrypted
From: DragonFrye
To: Wing
Encryption Code: __
The blinking cursor mocked him. And then he smirked.
Encryption Code: _S_h_i_n_i_g_a_m_i_'_s_L_o_v_e_r_
File Download in 10 seconds... 5 seconds... Download complete.
She was too predictable, he thought as a vid-screen popped open on his computer screen. Nita's voice over lapped the imagines displaying on the screen, imagines of pipes building, twisting, plummeting.
"Glad to see it wasn't too hard for you. Encrypted in this file is the information you will need. I'm sure you will understand my interest in this."
An encryption program was already running through the file, pulling out the needed information before her voice had ended. When the program stopped, he stared, frowning.
'Just why was she trying to get into White Fang's database for?' he wondered.
End of Part 5: The Devil's Dance
Andrea Readwolf
Please send comments to: andrea_readwolf@hotmail.com