YES! #3

[mad_andy]

First ficlet completed. For silicondreams, of course...



Title: How Many Tears
Fandom: Helloween
Pairing: Markus/Weiki
Rating: R

~*~


How Many Tears


I prop my head on my hand and watch you lie back, hooding your eyes as you puff on your cigarette, the epitome of cool. As ever. You never change, even if your hair is a little less fluffy than it was when--

“You’re thinking again,” you murmur, flashing me a glance with those startling eyes of yours.

“Who, me?”

“Mmhm.”

“Do you blame me?”

You close your eyes and snort, softly; you don’t, I can see that. But then, I think it gave us all pause when --

Wait. Wait. I’m not making sense, am I? It happened like this.

Andi was locked away in the editing suite, hammering out this new DVD. He’d been in there for, oh, days; we were all there, supposedly to see the finished product first but guess what? It was taking him forever and boredom was setting in. There we were, kicking our heels in this little bar round the corner; Dani was teasing you, ever-so-gently, about the length of time the process was taking. Sascha was giggling - we really must break him of that habit - and me? I was just laughing at the lot of you.

Of course, it was your idea to go and kick the door in - well, not literally, but to go and demand that he finish the damn job, already. Or at least take a break to come out and play...

Between my charm, your eyes and Sascha (my God, but didn’t the girl behind the desk take a shine to him!) we got in, didn’t we? Bust into the editing suite.

Of course, once we saw what he was actually doing...

“I can’t decide,” he said calmly, “which of the early videos to put on. What do you two think?”

Well, of course Sascha and Dani would have no idea. I just blinked, wished the ground would open up - but you? You stepped in, and just flipped through the images, cool as you like. Not a flicker. I was swallowing and trying to ignore the lump in my throat. Were we ever so young?

And Ingo. Jesus. Ingo.

You made a couple of marks on Andi’s clipboard, grabbed my hand and towed me out of there without another word. He covered up for you - he always does, doesn’t he? I could hear him laughing with the other two as we ran from that damn building - and we didn’t stop until we fell right into your bed, did we?

“We’ve been doing this a long time,” you mutter, eyes still closed, and I wince when I hear the pain in your voice. Yeah, well. Lots of shit, yes? But like they say, shit happens...I just wish it didn’t happen to us quite so often. But if I don’t lighten the mood you’ll be moody for days, so I stroke your cock - still wet from our lovemaking - and say:

“What, this?”

You crack an eye, glare at me then get the joke; rolling it toward the clock on the bedside you snort. “Two hours? That’s nothing yet.”

I rest my chin on your chest and grin, still stroking you. Ah, starting to respond, eh? You always were a sucker for a handjob.

“Think you can go again, old man?”

Ah! Gotcha! The eyes spring open, glaring past the black fringe, and you almost spit the cig end out.

“Old man?”

I give you a squeeze and you roll me over, biting and licking at my neck, rubbing against me like a cat, tangling your hands in my hair -

“Let’s see who can last the longest,” you chuckle into my neck, then lock your mouth to mine and kiss me long, deep, hard. Desperate.

One day we’ll come to terms with the past. Properly, I mean; you’ll be able to deal with it without having to drown yourself in drink or drugs or sex and me?

Well.

As long as you’re there, I’ll be just fine.

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Comments

[kelpierocks.livejournal.com]

Love it. So simple, yet so profound. I had to read it three times to make sure I had the POV correct. It fits, oh lord how well it fits. Excellent job. Thanks!

And never link back to your ficlet entry lol. I resisted the first time. ;) Can't resist a second...

[hanks-lil-pit.livejournal.com]

What I know about Helloween I forgot over 150 years ago, trust me. But you know what? Doesn't really matter. As always you have provided such palpable emotions that I am transported into their world to sit, the quintessential fly on the wall, and watch the whole mess happen.

And a lovely mess it is.

[madandy.livejournal.com]

Cheers Hank! Yours is next up...almost done...

[kraftpistole.livejournal.com]

The dolt didn't read the pairing note above the ficlet, so I had to guess as to who the characters were. I guessed right.

I like this. A lot. Surreal, almost dreamlike. Very sensual, in a sweet, romantic way. But not romantic as in "sappy," just... I dunno. I'm not wild about the term "sweet," not really. So I'll say: Gave me pause, and left me feeling both a bit sad and touched.

[madandy.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Sometimes, when writing my usual great sprawling epics, I forget how much can be achieved in just a little short fic.

[kraftpistole.livejournal.com]

[is about to nod and agree, then it dawns on him] I don't do great, sprawling epics, do I...? But I think it's awesome that you can write both long and short stories.

[silicondreams.livejournal.com]

'kin hell, how much I love you and this.....

[madandy.livejournal.com]

Well, it was written for you. Specifically. *Grin*

[silicondreams.livejournal.com]

I just reread it. And noticed I didn't put it into my memories! It's there now, to be read and reread and reread again. I don't know what's with this one, that I like so much...well, ok, it has Weiki and Markus and sex and other yummy things - but it's the feeling of it, that gets me every reread. This familiar and sweet and caring and playfully sad feeling.

I adore how much you can put in what, 500 words? Oh what the hell: I adore you, period. ;)