Interlude
By Tiriel
NC-17, m/m
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. But I can dream...
When myself and three of my friends independently had the same dirty thought during the ep "Mabus," I knew it had to wind up in a story somehow. That and a related dirty thought that was wholly my own. This is my little break inbetween Past Life parts 8 and 9. So expect the next segment of that soon. Yes, I am evil, why do you mention it? Thanks to Aithine for the read-through, and to Crystal and Ellie for finally starting to watch the show.
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Interlude
by Tiriel
Tomorrow we head into Ohio to check out the Raven Nation. Tonight we're just outside of Chicago, recovering. Neither of us is talking about it much, we've really only talked about a tiny piece of it, the tip of the iceberg, but these last few days...they've been hell. The astute reader will understand the magnitude of that statement. It's a whopper. A whale. Considering that our usual day consists of fighting a desperate battle to save humanity while we evade not only the Gua, but also those of our own kind who'd like to see Foster behind bars or who'd sell us out to the Gua for their own selfish purposes, for these last few days to have been hell, they must have been pretty damn bad. And they were.
Armageddon is nearer than ever. The Antichrist is here. The Gua may be stronger than they've ever been. And I had to shoot Foster. Sure, it was just his clone that I killed, and it was all part of his plan to take the heat off for a while, but it wasn't easy. The clone still wore his clothes, his body, his face. Even though I knew it wasn't him, it was still hard. I told him it was the hardest thing I've ever done. He just said, "That's good to know," and we left it at that.
But back at the trailer, alone, together, he shows me that he understands. He takes me into his arms and doesn't complain when I squeeze him as hard as I can, to prove that he's real, that he's alive. It's proof that he loves me, something I can still hardly believe.
There's a new awareness for both of us now that every day could be the last. That's always been true, really, that either of us, especially him, could get killed on any given day. But the Second Wave has never felt so close before. This must be what it's like to be in the final stages of some terminal disease--always wondering if this will be the last day, the last night, the last meal, the last smile, the last time you'll ever get to kiss your lover. The last time you'll ever make love. Except it's worse. Because if it is the last, the whole world is doomed. Not just his life or mine, nineteen million lives will end. And that's just on the first day.
So we try to act like everything is normal, because that's all you can do. But at the same time, we take a little extra care. We say "I love you" more, we do those little things to let each other know how important this is. Every chance we get when it's not taking valuable time away from our mission, we make love, and whenever we're both sleeping at the same time we hold each other tightly all night. Living on the edge like this just makes you appreciate it all so much more.
So tomorrow we head into Ohio, and tonight we stay right here. Together.
"The best possible human body," I murmur into his shoulder as I run my hands over his back, "they had that right."
"You said that, Eddie, not them. They probably just wanted to mess with my head, discredit me."
"Well, I still think it's the best possible body." I slip his jacket off of his shoulders.
"That's good to know." He unbuckles my belt and nibbles at my ear. "Speaking of the clone, did you behave yourself when I left you two alone?"
"Foster! Ewww, that's just creepy!" I protest, but I'm smiling. I never expected him to have such a sense of humor about the whole thing, but he seems really okay with the fact that they duplicated him and were going to use his cloned body to house the Antichrist. "Not that the thought didn't cross my mind, I mean, it did have basic motor function, but I don't love you for your body. Don't get me wrong," I tug his shirttail out of his pants and pull his shirt off over his head, "I have no complaints whatsoever about your body, but it's you that I love. And the clone wasn't you." I reach for his belt buckle. "Did *you* behave yourself when you were alone with it?"
"Eddie!"
"What, you didn't at least check yourself out? I'd have paid good money to watch you get that thing dressed."
"It was pretty easy, actually."
"Yeah, it probably was. He did have you beat in one area. He was much better at taking direction than you are. You know, put him somewhere and he stayed put, lead him and he followed, none of that running off and getting into trouble that you do so much of."
"I can follow directions, too."
"Prove it."
"Fine. Tell me what to do."
"You'll stop doing what I tell you to inside of a minute." I slide my hand down to cup his hardness through his jeans.
"Wanna bet?"
"Sure." We don't bother with terms for the bet. We never do. It's a win-win situation either way. "For starters, you can take off the rest of your clothes."
He grins at me and takes a step back. First he bends and takes off his boots and his socks. Then his undershirt gets peeled off and thrown at my desk. No shirt, no shoes, no problem. He slowly slides his jeans down and steps out of them. His underwear follow them to the floor and he says, "You gonna just stand there?"
I pull my sweater off over my head. It smells like gun oil. I wad it up and throw it at the back wall, as far away from me as possible. Cade looks at me, reading my sudden shift in mood. Then he steps close to me again and takes my hand, placing it on his chest, over his heart.
"I'm sorry I had to ask you to do that. If the situation were reversed, if I'd had to shoot a clone of you...I can only imagine how hard that would have been."
"I kept telling myself that it wasn't you, but..."
"I know." He wraps his arms around me and kisses me. "I'm here, Eddie, here with you until the end. I promise."
"Me, too." Running my hands down the skin of his back, pulling his naked body closer to my still-mostly-clothed one, that doesn't make the images go away, but it's as close as I can get for now. He kisses me again. I attempt a smile. "Told you you'd stop taking direction within a minute."
"So tell me what you want, then." He runs a hand along the side of my face and down my neck, letting it rest on my shoulder.
"As much as it drives me up the wall that you're so headstrong, it's also one of the things I love about you. Just be yourself."
"That," he says with a sly smile, "I can do." And he makes short work of getting me naked, dropping a kiss on my skin for every item of clothing he removes. His lips touch my stomach, my thigh, my arm, and finally they brush gently over the head of my cock. Then his tongue follows the path of his lips. He breathes hot air on my erection and it twitches at him. Then his incredible mouth is on me, taking me in.
I can feel my IQ dropping as all the blood in my body tries to relocate into one area. One of his hands grasps my hip, the other holds the base of my cock, the thumb of that hand rubbing over my balls. I have one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hair. I stare down at him, not blinking, until the freckles on his shoulders begin to swim before my eyes. Then he stops, and with one last lick up the length of my erection he pulls back and stands up. His hand strokes my spit-slick cock as he says softly, "Will you?"
I know what he means, and he doesn't have to ask twice. I can hardly see or think, my vision and mind are so clouded with lust, but I push him backward toward the bed. He at least has the presence of mind to grab the lube on the way and press it into my hand.
I need a minute to cool down a little. So while I prepare him, I give him a little of the treatment he gave me. I love the way he tastes. Focusing on his pleasure keeps me hot but gives me enough distraction to slow down.
A few minutes later, he's more than ready, begging in fact, and I've had enough of a break that I can make this last a little while. Like more than a minute.
I pull him close and let him guide me as I push my cock gently into him.
"Eddie, oh, God, Eddie," he gasps, digging his heels into my back. That's my cue, and I'm pretty good at taking direction. From him, anyway. I move, setting a pace, a gentle, rolling rhythm that drives him wild under me.
His hands grip my arms, and then one of them slides down to grasp his erection, which has been slapping against his stomach every time his body rises to meet mine. He looks so hot like that, eyes closed, back arching, sweat making him glow, his hand on his own cock. I'm tempted to close my own eyes, block out the sight, keep control, but I don't want to miss a second of him. Every time I want to make it last forever, but I know that it can't.
He opens his eyes, those beautiful baby blues, and the way he looks at me...there just aren't words for it. I don't know what I did to get so lucky. Life and death, fate of the world in our hands, sure, maybe that's not so lucky. But having him in my life...that's the best thing that's ever happened to me. And he makes me believe I deserve it.
As he continues to look up into my eyes, his eyebrows squeeze together--it's clear that, like me, he's straining to keep his eyes open--and he comes, finally letting his eyes close again for just a moment. The feeling of his muscles spasming around me is too much, and I see his eyes open again just as mine are closing, the shudder of pleasure that accompanies my orgasm running through my whole body.
I lean down against him, and we squeeze each other in a tight embrace, both of us messy and sticky and neither of us caring. Then we separate ourselves gently and I lie down next to him, still catching my breath.
"One thing's for sure, Cade," I say, struggling to keep a straight face, the joy of just being with him making it even more difficult, "the clone couldn't have done it like that."
He laughs, which is what I was hoping for. "So I'm not in any danger of being replaced, then?"
"Never," I say, serious again, and I kiss him, running a finger along his jawline. "Not a chance."
He replies with a smile. "That's good to know."
The End
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