Jet shuffled down the path in the park, his head hung low, gaze on the ground. His pants dragged along the cement as he walked, his hands stuck in his pockets. There was no one else in the entire park, no children playing on the swings, and no young lovers sitting on the edge of the huge marble fountain that rose like a pinnacle in the middle of the park. Jet found himself in the center of the park then, looking up at that very fountain. It no longer provided the serene sound of trickling water, no longer were there coins beneath the crystalline surface of the water. It was empty now, dead leaves and scum coating the bottom of the pool. Lines of rust ran down the creamy marble of the pinnacle, almost like blood.
Jet's eyes took this all in, drinking in the metaphor. He gritted his teeth, and turned around, looking down the pathway towards the exit of the park. He forced himself to see the hundreds of Hekshanians that had been lined up there, along that very path, to be massacred. His eyes drifted closed as the image grew stronger in his mind: Men and woman, some as young as 18, all lined up here, in this park. All made to kneel down, and all murdered, with cold, unfeeling military precision. They had been offered no reason, and no salvation. Jet felt his hands clentching into fists, but it was distant, as if they weren't really his hands, as if there was something pulling his soul and his body apart. He didn't even know what he was feeling, but the image, "No, it's more than that," continued:
Jet opened his eyes (I think my eyes are open...) and he was there. He walked along the rows of Hekshanians, all on their knees. He stopped, and looked down at one of them. It was a female, and her eyes were closed. She clutched the hand of the male hekshanian to her left, her body angling towards his and wracked with shudders. A tear fell to the ground, and the moment it hit, there was a tremendous explosion. The female's body fell to the ground, and Jet's mind felt like it exploded too. He fell to his knees, and looked around again. There was a pool of blood around him, and he was covered in it, up to his elbows. Everything else seemed to fade away, until he was kneeling there, alone in the park in a pool of blood.
"Jet?"
Jet opened his eyes (What...?)and looked up. At first he couldn't see anything, just the slender figure of...(...an angel...?) above him. It was just a sillhouette, at first. The sun was directly behind the figure. Ethereal wings extended from each of the figure's shoulders, wavering lightly, as if seen in the distance, through the haze of heat. The figure, which Jet noted was wrapped in some sort of robe, kneeled down and extended a tridactyl hand towards his face. For a moment, the sun flared in Jet's eyes, and he was blinded.
"Jet, are you okay?" Chovek asked again. He reached his hand foreward, and touched the other male's face. "You're crashing again, aren't you." Chovek shook his head, and pulled the shivering Jet up into a sitting position.
"W-what?" (What? Where did he go? The angel...?) "Chovek...did you see him?" Jet looked around the park, almost frantic. Suddenly it hit him. He looked over Chovek's shoulder, and saw a tree, with branches swaying in the wind, almost like wings. (What the hell is going on...?) Jet shook his head, trying to clear the haze that had rolled in like a fog over his mind. He felt the other male pull him to his feet. He felt the puppetmaster tug the strings. He felt his legs moving, and he could tell someone was talking to him, but he couldn't understand the words. He just kept looking at his hands, and seeing blood drip to the pavement.
Chovek could tell that Jet wasn't hearing him, but it didn't matter, he knew Jet just needed to hear someone else's voice. His arm, slender but toned, held the other male's weight with little difficulty as he walked the other male out of the park. "You know, I come here too. I've heard about what happened here, and I know most consider it 'haunted' or 'forbidden'. It doesn't bother me, though. It's really quite tranquil, despite the atrocities of the past. I can understand why you would want to come here, even if I don't understand why you would want to be alone. It's okay, Jet, I'm just going to take you home, and get some coffee into ya. I know you'll feel better then, right?" Chovek's voice was soft, his words deliberate, as if he was speaking to a small child. Not commanding, per se, but definitely trying to alter path that Jet's mind had chosen to stumble blindly down. They walked like that, Chovek speaking softly and slowly, and Jet stumbling about, a body without a soul, until they reached the steps to Chovek's apartment. He set Jet down on the bottom step, and went up to unlock the door.
"Chovek...?"
The half-breed finished unlocking the door, and pushed it open. He went down, and helped Jet to his feet again. "Yeah, Jet?" He said, helping the other Hakshanian up into the apartment.
"It's really cold in here."
Chovek smiled cynically as he deposited the limp body onto his couch. "Yeah, I know." The lightly colored male walked into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. "Do you want something to eat, Jet?"
"No. I'm cold."
A sigh from the kitchen, followed by the sounds of glass clinking in the sink as the half-rakwulf did his dishes. Jet curled up on the couch, pulled a blanket from the back, and covered himself. (Why is it so cold in here...?) He lay there, shivering under the blanket until Chovek returned with two steaming mugs of coffee. He set one on the table next to Jet, then sat down on the floor, and took a sip. "You know, Jet, you left something here the last time you showed up with Kyo." Chovek pulled out a small bag, and tossed it into the other male's lap.
Jet picked up the bag, (It can't be...oh god, it is.) and his heart leapt into his throat. Without another word, without another thought, his hands opened the bag and pulled out several things. His eyes glazed over as his hands worked almost without input from his brain. Mechanically, they began to load the syringe, until he felt two other hands on his. (What is he doing? Stop him. He's just getting in the way.) "Chovek, stop. I just need to-"
"Yeah, I get it, Jet." He was on his knees, in front of Jet, looking up at the other male. "I just...Just, wait a second, okay?" Chovek looked up at Jet, and Jet looked down at Chovek. After a moment of electric silence, he moved his hands away from the bag and the syringe. Jet broke his gaze away from the other man's, and stared through him. Chovek sighed, and got up, sitting down next to Jet. "I know this is what you want to do, Jet," he whispered, leaning in closer and speaking more softly, "but you don't -have- to do it. You can stop, whenever you want to, you know that?"
(Alright, fine. He's done. Finish this.) The moment Chovek was done speaking, Jet's hands went back to the syringe. Within seconds, the contents were flowing through Jet's veins, through his beating heart. He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed back onto the couch, a broad smile crossing his face as he closed his eyes. (There. All better. Now, for some fun!) Jet sat up suddenly, his eyes alive with an inhuman fire. He turned to Chovek, and grinned. "So, I have been wondering something, Chovek."
Chovek had turned his gaze away as Jet had indulged in his habit. When he heard Jet's voice, and he heard somehow Jet's soul had found it's body again, he turned back, with a smile on his face that he knew was fake. Jet failed to notice. "Yeah, Jet, what's that?" He stood up, and walked over to grab his coffee. Jet grabbed his coffee, and took a sip, looking over the rim at the other male.
"What exactly is the deal between you and Kyo? I mean, you two totally seem to dig each other...why not move in?" Jet's casual body language and tone of voice were only inquisitive, however, the question still felt like the biting sting of a whip across Chovek's face. He stiffened, the fur along his spine and tail standing up indignantly. However, he was careful to hide this reaction from Jet. He forced his body to relax, to become fluid once more. He forced his mind to start working again, forced the smile to his face again.
"Kyotoshi and I are friends. Both of us enjoy the other's company. However, my patience, and my pocketbook, will only stretch so far for any man's addiction." As he said this, he walked over to the couch again, and sat down once more next to Jet. He set his coffee onto the table, and then turned to Jet. "Would you like me to dance for you, Jet?"
Jet's eyes gleamed again as he nodded. "Hell yeah, I would! I've never had the privelage, and I hear you're quite good." Jet's words tumbled forth over one another, in their haste to escape the rapid freightrain of thought from behind his eyes. Chovek discreetly used this opportunity to remove the bag and the syringe, forgotten, from Jet's lap. He didn't need the chance of Jet finding out that they weren't indeed his, but something Chovek had provided himself for the other male.
Chovek nodded, then stood up. He walked to the other end of the room, his tail swaying just out of time with his hips, causing the muslin wrap around his body to shift and cascade, almost like water around his slender, feminine frame. "Alright, Jet, then dance for you I will." Chovek turned around, and looked over his shoulder coyly. "However...I don't dance for free, Jet." Before allowing Jet to even think about that, he touched a button on a small machine sitting on a shelf. Immediatly, a soft, clear note permeated the entire room, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. The note picked up in intensity, and in volume, building itself up into a piercing crescendo. At the height and intensity of the note, a suddenly cacophony of sound ensued. Arabic influence where apparent within the music, but the music was unidentifiable in origin.
This was the farthest thing from Jet's mind, at that moment, however. From the moment Chovek had turned on the music, his body had become part of it. His hips picked up the beat first, swaying back and forth as his hands moved up into the air. For a moment, Jet saw Chovek as the flame of a candle, his body flickering in the tempest wind of the grinding beat and melody. Jet quickly found himself in awe, his mind unable to come up with metaphors and similes fast enough to describe the fluid, effortless, beautiful undulations of Chovek. The quicksilver movements of the half-breed to the steady ebb and flow of the music bewitched Jet, and held him motionless to the couch. He could see nothing, or think of nothing but the sound of the music thrumming in sync with Chovek's body, which seemed almost a part of the music itself. Chovek continued to dance around the room, his body, his arms, his tail seeming to be the waves on the ocean of sound filling Jet's mind and cleansing his soul.
As the song faded into nothing, Jet realized that Chovek was just a few feet away from him now, standing in front of him. "Chovek, that was..." Jet didn't finish the sentence. He stood up, every muscle and fiber in his body screaming for that one thing that had held his soul enraptured. His arms closed around the smaller male, and he found his mouth pressed into Chovek's. The half-breed smiled, and parted his lips, kissing the other male. Chovek's own arms wrapped around the small of Jet's back, holding his slender frame tightly against Jet's as they kissed. Jet broke the kiss, gasping, and looked down at Chovek. "I want you, I want you right now, Chovek." This made the other male blush, but he smiled, and licked Jet's chin.
Jet took that for what it was. He reached down, and picked Chovek up, cradling him in his arms. He walked to Chovek's room, his eyes never leaving the smaller male's. He set Chovek down on the bed, and straddled him. Jet leaned down, and kissed Chovek again, hungrily. Chovek closed his eyes, and kissed back, submitting to the forceful mouth of the darker-furred man above him. Jet again was the one to break the kiss, to nip and nibble along Chovek's jaw, down to his neck. His breath was becoming heavier, and when he pressed his hips foreward, into Chovek's tummy, the smaller male could tell that he had aroused Jet. "For right now...for this moment, I want you to be mine, Chovek. Just for right now...say that you're mine..." Jet continued to kiss and nibble along Chovek's bare neck and shoulder, making the smaller male moan.
"I'm your's, Jet. For right now, I'm yours." That was the last thing that was said for quite some time, as Jet and Chovek spent the ensuing time exploring each other's bodies with their hands. Jet was eager, his hands moving quickly, trying to take in the other male all at once. Chovek's hands were more slow, deliberate and sensual. He started at Jet's nape, stroking softly down his back and along his sides. He let out soft whimpers and moans as Jet continued to nip at each new place he found. Jet's left hand found Chovek's right hand, and they entwined, without a single thought from either of them.
Jet sat up, and looked down at Chovek, smiling. He moved his hands to the hem of his shirt, and tugged it up over his head. Tossing it to the floor, he shook out his hair. He rolled over, and took off his pants, kicking them towards his shirt. Naked, he again straddled himself over Chovek, and leaned down, placing a hand on either side of Chovek's head. "Thank you, Chovek." Without another word, he began to undress the smaller man beneath him. "I want to see you..." Jet unwound the muslim from around Chovek, and tossed it to the floor, atop his clothing. Again, he kissed Chovek, his left hand slipping behind Chovek's head and pulling him deeper into the kiss. His right hand moved down, between Chovek's thighs, which parted at his touch. He wrapped his hand around the smaller male's member, and began to stroke it. Chovek whimpered, and then moaned at Jet's gentle ministrations. His own hands moved down, and gripped Jet's sex, returning the gesture. Jet bit his lip, holding back a groan of pleasure. A genter shiver rocked them both, at the same moment. Their eyes met again, and they both smiled at each other.
Jet rolled over onto his back, and pulled Chovek ontop of him. Chovek spread his legs, and straddled Jet's hips, his tail quivering as he did. Another movement, and Jet's hands flew to Chovek's hips, and a loud moan flew from his mouth. Chovek had known exactly what to do, and just how to do it; their hips where together, and Jet was fully inside of him. Chovek groaned as he began to rock his hips back and forth, up and down on Jet's sex. Jet groaned, and then began to lift his hips to meet the rocking of Chovek's body. "Oh god, Chovek. Oh, god..." His hands tightened on the smaller male's hips, and began to guide the movements of the dancer. Chovek whimpered, and groaned in pleasure as Jet filled him, and then began to move faster. "Yes, Jet...h-harder..."
Jet rolled over, pinning the half-breed beneath him. Chovek's body rested on his shoulder blades, his body bent almost in double. In this position, Jet was able to lean down and kiss Chovek, which caught the smaller male a bit off guard. Chovek returned the kiss, grunting as the bigger male thrust in and out of his body. Jet began to move faster, and lose his rhythm. Chovek knew what this meant, and arched his back as much as he could, tightening himself to make the end that much better for Jet. A low groan escaped Jet as he slammed in one final time, and held himself there.
With that, Jet was asleep. He simply slumped over, atop Chovek, his eyes closed and his mind checked out. The smaller male pulled himself out from underneath Jet, and sighed. He got up, and walked into the kitchen, a tear rolling down his face. After a moment's thought, he grabbed the bottle of whiskey he kept hidden, for just this type of occasion. He pulled off the top, and took a huge pull from the bottle. "Every time...does it have to be this way...every time?
