Metaphysics of the Unsated Soul
Warnings: I liked the way I wrote out the fic Definate Hope so you can say that this fic is a bit a of a spin-off *Sort of* of that fic. This one features Duo and Heero. It deals with past issues and perhaps some psychological parts as well. Hope you enjoy!!
Profound use of music like the previous fic, 2+1, angsty, limish, some OOC-ness, shounen ai, somewhat sexual, psychological.
E-mail comments to DeslyDuo@hotmail.com
Feedback is appreciated!!
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The music roughly played itself through the small but powerful speakers that decorated themselves around the room he was in. His body writhed with the rhythm, his eyes closed as he felt the beat throb with excitement. No one was there. Only him. And the pulsing music. Black and red colored lights flickered throughout the area like a nightclub and he was lost.
Lost in his dreams, his inhibitions released, he danced. He danced for the one. The one person who existed in his dreams. Why did he dance?
Because he could and...
Love.
He felt it. Sprung up without warning, his emotions roared every time he tried to suppress it.
Why?
Because he was...
Scared.
He danced on.
Wasn't it true that every person he got exceptionally close to...
They died?
The gang. Solo. The orphens. Sister Helen. Father Maxwell.
Tears flowed slowly down his face.
That's why he had to protect the one he had fallen in love with...
Don't get too close.
Be friendly.
But don't touch.
Amiable.
And stand at a distance.
Open.
But don't talk about yourself.
And no one will notice...
Most of the time.
Right?
...Wrong...
~~~
The ceiling bounced above him as he brewed a cup of jasmine tea. His laptop shut down and gone for the night. Dressed in only black jeans and a white mesh shirt. His clothes dirty and mussed from the last mission, he had borrowed the clothes from Duo.
His partner's activities were always odd whenever they were together whether it be a mission or undercover work. He always heard the music.
Why?
It's just random sounds with silence in between the beats.
Well, not random.
He sipped his tea.
What made him think about it now?
The tea.
It had to be.
Duh.
Duo. Duh came from Duo. Came out of the blue on him one day.
*Flashback*
"Duo, don't fall out of the window."
"DUH! What do you take me for, INSANE? Like someone I KNOW!"
"...duh?"
"DUH!? You don't know DUH?!"
"Duh?"
"DUUH! It means yes, hai, si, yeah, roger that, of course, gotcha, I agree, acknowledgement, etc!"
"Oh."
"Exactly!"
*End Flashback*
The familiar music slowly embedded themselves into his mind as he continued to room with him on missions. He could even tap out the main melody with his hands or feet.
The music was a lot like Duo.
It changed when it felt like it.
Like now.
The music wasn't as pounding like before.
More like, smooth, more sensual.
He gulped down some more tea.
Maybe he should walk upstairs.
Duh.
~~~
The music slowed down as Duo came out of the rough phase. His tears had slowed up and he proceeded to relax himself. He smoothed out his dancing and veered himself to the hip pop music that came out of the speakers now. He leisurely moved his body to the tip tap of the tune.
Casual.
Heero was like that when he wasn't stuck on missions.
Always contemplating.
Taking things as they came to him.
Unusually curious about new activities.
He did a pose as the music did a pause.
Hmm...
Nodding his head side to side to the beat, his opened his eyes a little.
He continued to dance.
~~~
He paused at the first step of the staircase. The walls of the place seemed to hum along with the main pitches of the beating music.
Heero knew that Duo had natural talent of drawing things and people alike to himself.
He had a natural flair for making things his own.
Not to mention blunt as hell.
Funny thing though, he had never seen him...
Dance.
He doubted that it was like the waltz even though he would bet that Duo could do waltz pretty well.
Music spoke volumes to him about him.
It seemed like he was taking things easy before getting thrown into the frenic babbling of the music again.
He slowly ascended the staircase with his tea.
He sipped it again.
~~~
The melody that streamed out suddenly turned seductive and provacative. Duo's fingers began to travel around his body and his hips began rotate in a small figure eight.
Haunting.
Yet virgin looking.
Different.
Yet common with others.
Sexy.
Yet just as dramatic as many.
Don't touch anything with yearning.
Or have it get burned in the end.
A tear ran down his face again.
Would this torture ever end?
~~~
A syncopated beat rapped itself on the staircase.
Subtly knocking on his heart, it beat on.
It was tempting Heero.
Come here.
Look at me.
This is what I have.
What I have to offer.
Don't hide.
But don't get too close.
Do you want me?
You might burn.
Unless you can walk through the fire...
And save me...
The cup of tea was left for cold on a window sill as he walked faster upstairs.
~~~
It was exotic, the music.
The music showed his thoughts for him.
The warmth.
The cold steely feeling of depression.
Anger.
Vibrant happiness.
The knife of hurt.
Contented looks.
Love...
Would he ever have that?
He wanted it.
More.
He wanted more.
It was his heady desire.
His hips began to slowly thrust in the air.
Yes. More.
Crave it. Want it. Touch it. Hold it. Feel it.
But will he burn again?
~~~
He reached the top of the stairs.
The music boomed louder.
Foreign melodies drifted past his ears...
Slowly building itself...
His body began to respond to the music's request.
His hips swayed side to side.
Beads of sweat formed on himself.
He realized what it was.
His walk held itself in step with the pounding bass.
Down the hall he saw a vibrating door.
He touched the knob.
It buzzed in his hand and he jumped back.
Do you want this?
Do you care enough?
The door asked.
~~~
His eyes opened fully and his favorite track began to play. His hands travelled all over his body. He tantalizingly exposed parts of his body in hungry lust.
Gods, how he wanted him.
He danced harder.
More.
For him.
This was for him.
To spend time with him.
To love him.
Everything.
Tears slowly made their way down his cheeks and he wiped them away.
His dream of happiness, he would perform it.
His hips thrust up and down.
Hands travelling around the smooth plane of his own body.
He writhed with passion.
He imagined he was there, watching, smiling, loving.
Purposely.
~~~
He reached for the knob again.
He gripped it and opened the door.
Peering in.
Duo was erotically dancing.
Thrusting.
Shoving.
Touching.
Tongue licking his lips profusely.
Sweat trailed down his face and body like a waterfall.
His braid came undone and he used a hand to unravel it.
Clutching his body, Duo looked like a erotic dancer.
Dancing was like sex to him.
And his pants got tight very quickly.
~~~
He shoved himself forward.
Yesss...
This was it.
His pinnacle.
The finale.
Immersed in music, his dancing and with the inhibitions he had let go.
His dream.
Would it become reality?
A loud moan escaped from deep his throat.
He closed his eyes again.
Lust.
Groan.
Thinking of him...
Dripping wet from a shower...
Rubbing against him...
Kissing him...
Holding him...
Touching him...
Loving him...
So close... but so far.
~~~
Heero stood there, heavily breathing as he watched Duo move.
His eyes clouded over as he watched every move he made.
Every sound he emitted.
His feet walked over to him, but to Heero, it felt like he floated over.
He found himself in front of Duo, matching his movements.
And he touched him.
~~~
Duo's eyes shot open.
Felt so good.
Heero.
Touching his body, dancing in that outfit he had lent him...
With a scream he came.
And landed on top of him,
Body on body,
Face to face,
Breathing heavily,
His eyes incredibly diluted,
With the scent of his own body odor
And cum.
~~~
Duo fell on him, laying on him, arm for arm, leg for leg.
The music turned cocky and seducing.
Heero watched his breath come out in rasps as his chest heaved against his own.
He lifted Duo's face to look at his own.
"Why?"
~~~
Duo opened his eyes to meet Heero's.
Darkened eyes
And desire.
Those were the inlets to Heero's thoughts.
"Because..."
~~~
The music continued to bump and get frisky underneath his body.
"Why because?"
He began to bob his head to the beat.
Still holding Duo's face, his head moved and his hair rubbed against the floor.
"Tell me," he asked.
~~~
'Tell me....'
Do you want to know?
Is this what you want?
Am I your fantasy?
What about my flaws?
Are you going to accept me for me?
Will the burn feel bad?
Or sinfully good?
He lowered his eyes and gritted his teeth.
Being so close to him, was enough to set him off again.
"Because...."
"I."
"Love."
"You."
~~~
Do you want him?
The music asked.
Is this it?
He closed his eyes and smiled.
This was why.
The dancing, the music, the various attitudes, his nature.
All this time, the music asked him, but he never
Listened.
His hips began to move on the floor, with Duo's body on him still.
Rubbing against him.
His eyes opened.
"I love you too."
His hands wrapped themselves around Duo's waist.
"Dance?"
~~~
He slowly got up and stood.
He pulled him up with him.
"I'd love to."
Duo grinned.
"Thank you..."
"For?"
"Not getting burned..."
They danced together, in tight embrace to the ardent music, grinding to the sultry tones.
"No problem, according to someone, I'm insane, remember?"
"Duh!"
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^~Owari~^
Hehehe... I hope I got some people heavy under the collar, eh? I didn't expect it to be this ... shall we say, ladened with so much 'tension'.
I've done my job, wrote my fic *while listening to two songs constantly* and there you have it! I really liked this fic and I hope you did too, even if it was a little strange. =D
E-mail yer thoughts over ta me! *runs off to type up more uncomplete fics*
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