any fandom, any character, discovering a secret, 500 words.
::The stories::
*choose your poison*
|Dawson's Creek | Les Miserables - The Musical |
This is our Youth - a play |
Pass in the Night
Heavy eyes meet over dark liquid in the deserted bar. Endless strands of conversation are exchanged with only a few key glances. Understanding, sympathy, but never pity grace their faces. They eventually speak, drowning their sorrows of failed careers, relationships, and miserable existences. The patrons have all but dismantled; a jukebox is playing a desolate tune and they both snort at the irony. By 2am, they stumble out the door; nowhere to go, no one to go to home to -- somehow end up Pacey's door. A semi- uttered invitation later and they fall inside, strong hands acting as life preservers, hurt eyes locking together until they swirl and blend and it feels like the world is too close to see clearly. Except that it's their faces. Lips fuse together in a delirious kiss of drunken desire and maybe more need than either is comfortable with.
Hands stroke heated flesh, warming outside what cannot be ignited within. The bodies of two best friends, who've shared everything but this, yet know every move to make, every body part that draws a sigh when licked and kissed and sucked; can cry out one another's respective names in orgasm without it feeling foreign or awkward. They run sweaty hands over wet skin afterward, their cocks growing soft in one another's mouths, licking each other clean in lazy brush strokes. They crawl on the bed and meet in an endless kiss; tender, hot, comforting. And think: this is what's been missing. Hands start to roam once more, weary smiles are placed. Some of that old Witter sarcasm returns as a breathy voice whispers 'My, my McPhee, so soon? I feel like old man.' Sorrows forgotten as he's twisted beneath and replies, 'Good thing you lost the suit, Old Man.'
He's licked everywhere for so long; hopes to god he runs into David just to show off the job. Flashes of motion, probing of fingers, and he's on his stomach, ass in the air as his best friend gives him the most thorough fucking ever. A fist in his mouth, and he can't be sure whose. He's breaking the skin, trying to hold back screams but Pacey's hand is on the small of his back whispering, 'Let it go, ohjesusfuck, let it.. ' and he's screaming, hits him in a white flash; legs tense, head spins, and sharp gasps sound as he comes, ass clenching. He feels the moment the orgasm is torn from the man above him, arches back, swallows his name in a kiss, as mated hair is rubbed along his back, raising a weak, tickling laugh. They descend, talking in lazy whispers, exchanging more secrets of the events that led up to this moment, knowing it was both right and wrong for so many reasons. One man falls asleep wondering when he'll again be with the girl it always felt like this with, except then it was love. The other wonders when the heartache will stop, and the real thing finally occur.
[end]
His World Would Go On Turning
On my own. Those were the words she so painfully declared to the glittering river. A brief thought to throw herself in occurred but Marius' face was there, with the possibility of him one day returning her affection. Giving over that letter was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do. She could have lied, thrown it away. But she's not that girl. And it's something her parents would not have thought twice about. Walking alone the empty streets she hears the sound of feet on cobblestone. Quickly, she ducks out of sight.
"Have you spotted the Barricade?"
"Yes, Sir. Ten miles south of our location."
"Bon. We'll break within the hour."
Sooner than they were expecting. Her heart was racing as she heard them turn away. But they didn't leave. They collected weapons, suited up, and before she could move from her hideout without being spotted, they'd already begun to descend. She took the shielded view along the river. All she could think of was Marius. All she could see was death and destruction as she ran. And when she reached the Barricade, the army was already assembled. A storm of jackets, canons and rifles. Gunfire. It'd already begun. Disguised in her boy-like clothes, she crept up the side, tried to blend into the grays around her, but just as she made it over the wall, it hit her. Sharp pain piercing her side, her body jerks and she's shot again, red seeping through the brown of her jacket. She hears someone call out 'there's a boy trying to get over.'
And soon she's being pulled over the Barricade. And into Marius' arms.
And she's where she belongs, finally, in his arms. No longer on her own. She begs him to hold her, as he fights tears. Her body is shaking, and she knows now what dying feels like. And it's nothing like a broken heart. Yet, she feels no pain. Because he's here. She's safe. He's holding his best friend, and she's holding her true love. She'd always wanted him to see her. Now, she almost wishes he couldn't; the naked pain on her face, and not from the wound in her chest, but the love shining in her eyes, and the fear of leaving this world, leaving Marius. Yet, in someway, she'd always known she would die for him. They clutch one another, as she professes that he will keep her safe. He will keep her warm.
"But you will live, 'Ponine -- dear God above. If I could heal your wounds with love," he cries.
And she feels her heart stop, and restart all over again. Because this is enough. And she isn't afraid anymore.
"And you will keep me safe."
One desperate kiss, a first kiss, a last; his lips coming alive beneath her dying ones. And all of her secrets, of the attack, of her love, are revealed as the life drains from her body, and she looks into his eyes one last time.
[end]
(Pacey, Jack, Dawson's Creek, NC-17, 500 words)
(Les Miserables, Eponine, 500 words)
