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"Waiting"Written By: Mookie
Disclaimer: I don't really need to be Captain Obvious here, do I? No ownership, no money being made. Written for fun, not profit. Pairing: Duo/Heero Rating: PG13/R Notes: Written for one of terra harpel's pics,
which you can see here <http://www.livejournal.com/users/terraharpel/51778.html>. Heero Yuy has long been fascinated by the sea, but what lies beneath the surface takes him by surprise.
An intense, vivid blue-green, the water was. Heero Yuy
sat on the shore with his knees bent to his chest, digging his toes
into the damp sand. It looked so deceptively tranquil. It was hard to believe, at times like these, that the
sea was a fickle mistress. Moments of breathtaking beauty, the surface
like an unbroken sheet of glass, sometimes followed almost immediately
by a tumultuous gray, appearing harsh and icy, yet still aesthetically
pleasing in its own way, with white tipped waves crashing along the
beach. As an observer on land, it was something to admire,
and Heero could easily believe there really was a lost continent below
the surface, its king calling upon the force of nature to protect
Atlantis from discovery. Heero wasn't usually prone to whims of fancy, but the
water had beckoned to him early on, when the boat he'd been on had
capsized and he'd struggled to keep his head above water. He'd managed to keep afloat long enough to grasp onto
a large crate that had at one time contained some of their nonperishable
food items. Its empty state served Heero well, and he'd gripped onto
it with bleeding fingernails, not daring to give up the effort to
pull himself atop the makeshift raft. It teetered precariously as
he hauled his chest up and plopped onto his stomach, but he was, for
the most part, out of the water. Heero knew it was a temporary measure at best, but his
strength was nearly drained, and he could do naught else but turn
his head to the side and take deep shuddering breaths in between the
waves of water that rushed over him, spinning the crate and Heero
merrily. The sun beat down on him, warming skin covered with goose
bumps. He'd tried to keep his eyes open, he really had, but
between the stinging of water and the fact that he was simply too
close to passing out, he could not. What had confused him, when he'd opened his eyes some
time later to find the crate still beneath his body, bobbing along
and scraping the sand near the shore, was that he'd swear he'd seen
a school of fish swim by. Brilliant oranges and yellows, followed
by what he'd at first thought had been a dolphin, due to its size
and the chattering noise it made as it swam underneath the crate. He'd let himself fall off the raft and crawled onto
the shore, turning to look out at the now calm sea. He'd rubbed at
his stinging eyes and tried to lick his chapped lips, unable to summon
enough saliva for the task, and tried for the life of him to remember
what the not-dolphin had looked like. Heero was familiar with a number of sea creatures, and
he would have been certain that he'd track down what it was, based
on what little he could surmise of its habits, and the multiple fins
he'd glimpsed, except for one thing. The reddish brown cloud that had obscured his view. He'd seen how the purple-black ink provided a means
for octupi to escape their predators, but this had been different.
Instead of dispersing, it followed the sea creature. Heero blamed
the sun exposure for the delirium that had him liken the motion to
a mating dance. He looked over the horizon, and held his breath as he
viewed the sunset. It was his favorite time of day - the transition
between day and night in a burst of color. Heero waited until the sun slipped beneath the horizon
and stood, brushing off the back of his legs and stretching before
turning toward the lean-to under which he'd taken to sleeping at night. He heard the splash in the water behind him, but did
not turn around. ~~~ A swarm of coppery gold appeared underneath water, and
then it began to take shape as a head broke the surface. A mouth opened
several times, gasping silently, before the lungs began breathing
oxygen from the air. The flaps at the side of its head stopped attempting
to brush water into the gills lying beneath. The creature had no name, not any that could be reproduced
in the language of man, but it held a certain fascination for humans. It reached out its arms and flexed its web fingers several
times until the small membranes shrank and each hand had five slender
fingers. It admired the way the skin molded to each digit, even though
it felt a bit odd. The human had hands like this, and therefore it could
not be a bad thing. It hesitated only slightly before taking a few more
steps, the water sucking at its genitals before those, too, would
have been on display, had anyone been there to see. If they had been,
the creature's gender would have been clearly identified as male. He halted in his progress when he'd reached the place
where the water lapped gently at the shoreline. The water swirled
around his ankles and the fins on his legs trembled with cold as a
stray breeze blew by. His hair streamed over his naked back and the
water trickled down between his buttocks as his bangs ruffled in the
breeze. This was as close as he'd ever dared to get. There was
something reassuring about remaining in the water. To venture further
out, onto land, just to lay eyes on the one that had intrigued him
for months, was to put himself in danger. He blinked several times, his slitted pupils adjusting
to the low lighting slowly. How long he stood there, he didn't know,
but it was long enough that the sounds of some of the creatures of
the air had become louder. He shook his head, chastising himself for his insatiable
curiosity, and turned back to the sea, his hair slapping against his
backside as he took a few hurried steps before his gills opened back
up and he sliced through the water again. ~~~ Heero woke up slowly, and it took a moment to realize
that the sun was filtering through the cracks in the lean-to. He sat
up abruptly. It wasn't like him to allow himself to fall into such
a deep sleep - especially not nights when he'd slept out in the open. He stared at it in disbelief, wondering why his body
had betrayed him twice already. He crawled out from under the shelter
of the splintered boards overhead and into the blazing sun, noting
the boats out in the distance and cursing himself for oversleeping. There had been those dreams, too. He'd not had them
for a while, but last night they'd come back. He could never fully remember them upon waking. He was
only left with the impression of eyes watching him. He looked around
the surface of the water. Eyes that were this very color. Heero had
never liked that unsettled feeling he got the morning after those
dreams. He waded toward the shore and shook his head, sending
droplets of water everywhere, then trudged toward his shack to begin
preparations for another day. He didn't bother to dry off - he would dry soon enough
in the sun. He ate a modest breakfast before heading to the docks
and toward his boat. It wasn't much compared to the others, but he'd worked
hard to earn the right to call it his own. The mesh nets along the
side were new; that had somehow pleased Heero more than the acquiring
the boat itself. Normally he wouldn't take the boat out without at least
one other on board. The sea was unpredictable and it was foolish to
go out alone, but he was compelled to ignore practicality in favor
of escaping the curious stares he was sure he'd receive, moving about
in a trance-like state as he was. His common sense told him that his
preoccupation with his dreams was going to get him killed, but he'd
always been inclined to follow his instincts, even when they seemed
contrary to sound judgement. He needn't have worried, not on that day. The water
remained calm and he allowed himself to be entranced with its unbroken
surface. He'd not realized how much time had passed until he'd looked
around and noticed the other boats had long gone. His lips were dry
and his skin red from sun and wind exposure. A dip in the sea at this point was not likely going
to be the best decision, but he was sorely tempted. He sighed and
dug around the medicine chest, looking for one jar in particular. He sat down and began to slowly apply the cream to his
skin, rubbing it slowly up and down his arms and over his chest, massaging
it in. He imagined those blue eyes watching him as he did so, and
he slipped his hands below his loincloth, smoothing the cream over
his length. He closed his eyes, feeling wickedly exhibitionist,
even though no one could see him out here. Heero leaned his head back
and heard the rustle of the wind and the soft slapping of the water
against the hull. It suggested other images to Heero's mind, of a warm
mouth surrounding his cock, sucking and slurping at it. He groaned
quietly as his strokes increased. He allowed the fantasy to continue.
His strokes became more demanding and he arched his back a bit, sucking
in his bottom lip as he imagined cool fingers running along his inner
thigh as his length was laved with a talented tongue. The boat creaked a bit, almost as if it, too, were biting
back a moan as Heero neared his climax. With a strangled cry, he felt
the muscles in his lower body clench, and then a spreading of warmth
over his fingers as he came. He took a few steadying breaths, feeling almost embarrassed
by his actions, although there had been no one around to see. He gave
himself a final squeeze before loosening the loincloth and pulling
it free. He left it sitting on the bench while he stood up to rinse
himself off. He'd only gotten a few feet when he stopped and stared
at the planks under his toes. A series of wet footprints, ending right where he was
standing, were slowly fading as the sun beat down on them. ~~~ He shouldn't have done that. He'd told himself that at least a dozen times since
he'd slipped over the side of the boat and into the water, but he
hadn't been able to resist. The human was so pretty, and the creature had only meant
to take a quick peek when the boy's back was turned. He'd never expected
to see that. A webbed hand caressed at a similarly rigid column of
flesh. He'd heard that humans weren't constructed all that differently,
but seeing it for himself was something else entirely. He'd felt himself harden, watching the human stroke
himself, but had been too afraid of drawing attention to himself. He would eventually, when the time was right, and he
planned on watching carefully to find out just when that time had
arrived. ~~~ Heero was unable to sleep. It had been almost a week since the incident on the
boat, and he tried to convince himself he'd hallucinated the entire
thing. He'd gone out several times since then, insuring that he had
sufficient amounts of water and food, and plenty of sun cream. He'd not been tempted again to repeat those actions
- not during his waking hours. In his dreams, however, that was another thing entirely.
His subconscious filled in more details each night. Once it was a
head in his lap, long strands of deep mahogany spread over his thighs
and his lover's back. Another night he could see a shimmering hand, adorned
with small flecks of gemstones in between each finger, as it reached
toward Heero and ran through the hair at his temple. And last night he'd found himself gazing into eyes as
blue as the sea. What he'd seen there had been like a reflection of
his own soul, and he'd awoken with a start. Heero found himself annoyed with the moonlight for keeping
him awake, knowing full well it wasn't the cause of his insomnia but
too irritable to think rationally. His attitude during the daylight hours, around others
in the village, had not given away the fact that he was plagued nightly
by a lover that only existed in his imagination. He'd never much thought
about pursuing any of the eligible young women still living with their
fathers, not yet, anyway, but he'd not ruled it out, either. He had
little to offer in terms of material goods, but he wasn't opposed
to making a match, should he find one with whom he felt could see
past what he could provide in terms of physical comforts. He didn't know why the pursuit of a life partner was
prominent in his mind, but it served to destroy any chance he had
of falling asleep. He wrapped his loincloth loosely about his hips
and strode toward the shoreline, walking along the sand and feeling
the cold water under his feet with each step. The familiar clicking sound, reminiscent of dolphins,
reached his ears again, and he rubbed his eyes as he walked, sure
that none of the nocturnal carnivores would be close enough to shore
for their speech pattern to be audible. He stopped for a moment and cocked his head to the side,
listening carefully to see if he heard it again. He dug a toe into
the sand and kicked at a small bit of broken shell. The only sound
was the soft rush of water against the sand. He resumed his stroll, continuing along and occasionally
looking out at the water. Each time he saw nothing but the moon's
reflection. If nothing else, the sound of the sea foam settling
and the light breeze that tousled his hair was calming. When he thought
his mind was at ease enough to attempt to catch a couple of hours
of sleep before sunrise, he turned with the intent of retracing his
steps. His gaze was on the surface of the water when the wind
picked up, and he paused, turning his body toward the sea until it
had died down. A faint splash was barely discerned with the wind echoing
in his ears. Heero turned slowly, seeing the shadowy figure on the
shore. He called out and the person raised a hand in greeting.
Heero sprinted toward it, afraid it was a figment of his imagination,
coming to a stop when he was close enough to make out some of the
features. Long tendrils of wet hair clung to its shoulders and
upper arms, trailing down its back. Large luminous eyes reflecting the moonlight. Something was keeping the majority of the hair pulled
back, something filmy and tucked behind the ears. Without thinking,
Heero reached out to touch it, and could feel the faint pulse and
twitch in the fin as he touched it. The clicking was back, and Heero withdrew his hand. "I'm dreaming," he stated out loud. The man standing before him raised an eyebrow in question,
then clamped his lips shut. After a few more clicks didn't have the
desired result, Heero suddenly heard a voice. That wasn't quite right either. He didn't hear it so
much as he thought it, and it wasn't so much the words in his head
as it was an understanding. And whoever, or whatever, this was, it seemed a bit
annoyed at him. 'It's about time.' Heero scowled, and he'd swear laughter rang throughout
his head. He opened his mouth to speak but was urged not to yell,
because 'it hurts.' "Who are you?" It reached out a hand, cold and wet, and touched two
fingers to the center of Heero's forehead, then trailed them down
the side of his face, swiping briefly at his lips before they lifted. The creature poked Heero firmly in the chest. 'The one who waits.' "Waits for what?" he ground out testily, then
a quickly muttered "I'm sorry" when he noticed it flinch. It frowned at him. "For...me?" Its face scrunched up a bit as if puzzled. It touched
Heero's forehead again, then nodded eagerly. "You're not human." A shake of the head. "What are you?" It crossed an arm across its chest and stroked its chin
with the opposite hand. 'I am...the one who waits. I am of water, but also of
earth. I just am.' Heero smoothed some of the hair away from one of the
fins, brushing the edges of the appendage lightly with his palm. He
shivered at the sensation and drew his hand back as if burned. The creature was of water, and of earth - a dichotomy
of sorts. Heero leaned forward, peering into the creature's eyes.
He could not tell what color they were, but he knew beyond a shadow
of a doubt that in the sunlight, they'd be a vivid shade of blue. The eyes blinked at him, and Heero took a step back. The one who waits. Heero took in the sleek body, glistening with droplets
of water, from the hollow at the base of its neck to the smooth chest,
down its flat abdomen and slim hips, ending in a stare at its groin. Correction, his groin. "He who waits," Heero said quietly. The creature nodded. "Of water," Heero continued slowly, "and
of earth. A dyad, of sorts, in one body." A dyad. A pair, a couple - two individuals maintaining
a significant relationship. Heero had maintained a solitary lifestyle for as long
as he could remember - codependent on the village as a child, then
stubbornly working towards independence as he'd reached adolescence.
He took another step back. "He who waits..." Heero's eyes widened. "You've
been lonely." The statement was met with an eager nod and a brief
quirk of lips. "Me too," Heero whispered, the words curling
about them both. He looked away, and out at the moon. Earth, water...and
sky. The moonlight tinged the tips of his hair a blue-black color,
making them look like the center of a flame. He turned to face the dual natured one, and smiled.
"But not anymore." The words had barely left his mouth when he found his
arms full of the lover in his dreams. Heero held on tightly, lifting
him off the sand quickly in a show of his own joyousness, before setting
the dyad back on the ground. "I've been waiting for you, too," Heero stated.
"I didn't know it was you, just that I'd not found you yet."
He raised his hand slowly and cupped the creature's cheek in his hand.
He smiled again. "I can't very well think of you in terms of
'it' and 'the creature' now that I've found you, can I?" He leaned
forward. "Thank you for waiting for me...Duo." Duo's hand reached out and curled behind Heero's head,
his damp fingers curling in the hair at Heero's nape. He licked his
lips nervously as Heero closed his eyes, and his own slid shut as
Heero closed the distance between them. A brief touch of lips, followed by Duo's tongue teasing
Heero's bottom lip before slipping inside. Remarkably alike, their
mouths. Heero's tongue was a bit warmer and more blunt, but no less
eager. Duo sighed into the kiss, content. He was no longer the one who waited. ~ * ~ |
