Author: Chauni

Email: ChauniMaxwell@mechpilot.com

Website: www.oocities.org/asukalangley2nd/

Warnings: Lemon, Angst, Heero POV

Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the song, "Digital Bath" by the Deftones. I made no money off this, so please, no suing lil me.

Notes: Read all of it, pleeease....the angst isn't as bad as it may seem. And yes, more stuff written in my journal… sorry ><



Digital Bath

You move like I want to
To see like your eyes do
We are downstairs where
No one can see



Grace; since when was it centered so purely in one being? My mouth became sand, my eyes, so tired, so trained, attached to every movement, every piece of you, from your glimmering hair to your spindly legs, from you moist parted lips to your feminine eyelashes as they dipped down and rose so slowly like they had weights attached to their lengths.

Your hips were swaying back and forth, small circles as you rolled them like a belly dancer for a sultan. The candlelight played games over your flesh, making it sunlight, while the fire reflected off the immesurable braid that swayed behind your thighs like the those old grandfather clocks I had seen in the classic houses. Your smirk...so tempting, so teasing...I wanted to take it from your lips and carry it in my pockets for when I'm by myself.

Not to say that I was lonely, but...it just seemed logical that if I have something to look at, something positive to think of, then perhaps I could fight better, providing meaning in such pointless orders.

The last bit of clothing, a pair of black boxers, were slid over narrow hips with a skill that made me think twice, and were unceromoiusly tossed across the room, somewhere behind the couch to find tomorrow. Your hips moved out towards me, displaying all of you as the shadows crept like eager trigger fingers up your thin calves, and as I got up from my spot on the couch, you rolled you prize back, and away from me.

Tease.

New life break away
Tonight I feel like more
Tonight I

My patience wore thin quicker than either of us could anticipate, and I didn't let you move away as my hands grabbed your hips and jerked them to me, my mouth finding it's instinctive way to your own, feeding, eating, taking. You tried to push me away; you had had way too much fun watching me suffer, but after a few moments, the struggles stop and you give in.

Good.

Nails found their way into the underside of your ass, pulling you up so that your "twigs", as you call them, could wrap around my waist and crush me a bit. You thought it was funny; I heard you laughing against my lips, but I stopped that as my tongue forcibly invaded the confines of your mouth, drawing forth moans instead.

It sounded a lot better.

Your fingers, deft with the ways of back alleys and small shithole L2 dark practices, worked the familiar tank top over my head and tossed it to the floor, somewhere within the general proximity of those boxers, and I could just picture you trying to smack me as I bent down to retrieve that clothing tomorrow. You're an ass like that.

I didn't let you get to my shorts, not that even you could have taken them off while your legs acted like lobster claws around my waist. Instead, your teeth found the place where my pulse pounded under my skin, and I decided that was a nice way to continue your little seduction.

You were always was exceptionally good at that.

You make the water warm
You taste foreign
And I know you can see
The cord break away

With you still wrapped around me, I made the way to our bed, dropping your wiry form down onto the watery mattress and watched while you floated up and down on it like a bouy. You had lost the tie to your braid somewhere down the line and it was slowly unwinding, halfway up. It fanned behind you like tarnished sunbeams, slowly moving as you laid back a bit to relax.

Your eyes stared up at me, complete, whole, full of life, full of everything I couldn't understand no matter how many times I tried to. You were the frustrating puzzle, the maddening enigma that drove me to near points of insanity.

And you loved every second of it.

You leaned back, moving down from your position on your elbows until you laid down completely as I crawled across your naked body, watching as you mouthed my name. I could feel straying strands of silk beneath my hand, and I clutched them eagerly. Your hair...I loved your hair.

My mouth made a path down you throat, skin tasting strangely of nothing, not sweat, not musk, not even your natural scent. You tasted like air, but not even fresh like mountain air or smoggy air...just...plain air.

I didn't care much, not as I pushed your face to the side and began making an unknown path down the small conclave of your throat and across one collarbone, feeling how hard, how tempered it was under my mouth. Odd, considering with your background of malnutrition, your bones should have been a bit weak, but again, I didn't care and just let my lips crawl along each rib, to the flat, toned stomach, with my tongue dipping into the small dip of your bellybutton.

Cause tonight I feel like more
Tonight I feel like more
Tonight I feel
Feel like more

One of my hands dipped fingers under the waist band and pushed my spandex down, kicking them off with one distracted foot as I rolled us over, you on top, towering over me, muscles in your arms pronounced as you steadied yourself. Your hair had come undone fully, tickling the inside of my thighs in a way I didn't think could be real.

And you wondered why I loved your hair.

My eyes languidly shut as I pushed into you, feeling that resistance so tight, so hard, and then pushing past it, into the fruits of labor beneath. Your sharp intake of breath filled the room, but otherwise we made no noise, even as your nails dug into the flesh around my ribs painfully. My fingers grabbed your narrow hips, pulling down, until you sat utterly on me and my moans slipped forth, lips parted sweetly as I felt everything in the world my training had forbidden.

So wound up...we didn't even notice the door being kicked in.

The air was filled with gunfire and silent screams, blood raining down on me as you were shot repeatedly, chest thrust out forward, roses blooming, as the bullets crashed through your flesh, then bones, and finally came bursting out the other side like champegne corks to splinter the wall behind us. Hair that I loved smelled bitterly of fire, portions of it smoking from the continous point-blank shots.

I wasn't spared though, feeling the bites of metal in my legs, in my side, felt it as one shot nearly tore off my right arm, leaving little to hold it with but a tattered muscle. I screamed blood.

Footsteps vacated the room, and I knew we were alone, alone forever.

You breathed
Then you stopped
I breathed then dried you off

Your body fell hard against me and I knew you weren't even there anymore; I didn't need to look at your eyes to know. Crimson bathed us, swimming and drowning in it all, and I watched distantly as I began to fade away as well. I'm not going to be a romantic and say that I was indifferent about my own death because you were here. I had just been expecting this day for a long time.

But there was no other place I would like to pass on from.

Fingers found their way through your hair, sliding through it, clucthing it desperatly, and I streaked it with glaring scarlet that was the color of raw steak. I could feel our essences mingling together beneath us, as we wavered on the rough waterbed. I felt it as it had sprung a leak and we were sinking down into it; the water was cold, and it reminded me of the first day I met you.

I was shot then, too.

My chest hurt...I closed my eyes...

And tonight
I feel like more
Tonight

"Hey, Heero! Whatcha doin'?" Your footsteps, slightly hushed from the shag carpet of the apartment we are currently sharing, met my ears. "Holy shit, is that one of those virtual reality things? Didn't know you were the gaming type."

I pulled the eye piece from my face, turning it off as I set it beside my laptop, and looked into the grin that defied all laws of physics. "J sent it to me, along with a program."

"What kind of program? One I would like?" That smirk dawned across your lips, and I realized how perfectly it had been replicated. You began to saunter to me, hips swaying as your arms slid around my neck as moist, excited tiers met my cement cheek.

"A what-if training program," I muttered, relishing in that smell that I had missed, musk and natural, like you. "And no, I don't think you'd like it, koi."


The End