Starfire

Chapter Four:: Rude Awakening

The door opens silently on it's hinges. Who ever had forgotten to close it
should be horsewhipped, only he'd more than likely enjoy it, so it's best to
leave such ideas alone.

There is the steady click of an old timer piece of clock on the mantle that
Tex keeps from an antique store, and it resounds in the open space, along
with the soft burble of the fountain.

Silence.. and then a soft click of the door closing again.

Padding of feet, bare, shoes placed soundlessly beside the door, and then at
the archway, a rustle of cloth a soft shifting sound against the marble
flooring, the fountain.. still.. feet.. another shuffle..

It's a few steps, the shadow flits from dark corner or darker corner..

And then the central door at the end of the hall, Tyrin's room, slips open,
the oiled hinges doing nothing to warn him of an intruder. In here, there is
a soft sound of wind chimes, a night piece put in there by Tex to help
himself to sleep when he's with someone. Teeth bare themselves in a smile
and one last, soft, whisper of fabric, so small as to not even be heard past
the figure's skin.

The bed is covered, Tyrin's body a gleam in the starlight that streams
through the window, his shoulders, neck and head in shadow at the head of
the bed.

Lips touch his chest... his collar bones.. soft moist... sweet kisses that
tease a nipple and dart back at any movement, waiting for the dreams to come
that will hide the subtle attack on his person.


Tyrin doesn't hear a thing... He doesn't notice. Hell, Tyrin could sleep
through a asteroid shower right now.

But he feels something. Or... he -thought- he felt something, like he was
feeling himself sinking, falling. And then he feels something soft against
him, against his body, warmth... a nice kind of warmth...

He figures he's dreaming. He can't open his eyes. Too tired. He gives a
quiet sigh to the kisses of this unknown person and dreams on.

He is so responsive.. a sudden soft sound, a sigh. Eyes look up, staring at
the sigh. It's not quite right but it's... progress. A smile - normally he
makes no sound and here he is, sighing even. Triumph rises in those eyes and
the mouth dips, down. Across the ridges of his ribs, licking now, suckling,
softly, teasing, remaining with the dream, a bodiless touch upon his body,
one that has nothing to do with being held to the sheets and fucked
senseless. That would come later.

But first.

Delight. The first stirrings at his groin brings delight but it's time to
wait yet.. wait.. for that voice.. for the words.. for another sigh, losing
control... until he can't tell.

The lips and the mouth, all of it, follows the hard plane of his stomach,
drawing heat and wet down the center of it, stopping at his navel, lapping
into it's depths and then nibbling at the outer edge, so gentle, so like a
dream. And then, softly, a touch, like a whisper, along his thigh, running
from the outside to the inside, a fingertip, nothing else - barely touching
the satin of his skin.

There was another sound after that, The gentlest gasp and a slow rise of his
body, a minute one. A very light shift of his body in response to the
pleasuring. He doesn't know what was happening, but it's a warmth. It's
softness. Maybe -too- soft, but he couldn't tell the difference.

And then another noise. a slight purred moan into the tongue that smoothes
down his body.... Hips lifting, teeth digging into his bottom lip, hands
grabbing the pillows... His body is so sensitive... So needy for softness...
His dreams were never this good... This soft.... A little whine from his
lips, twisting within this bottomless pit, aching...

The lips part, a smile... so soon? Holding back a laugh, skin flashes in
starlight and with a shifting of weight upon the bed, remembering to be so
careful, he was a light sleeper, the lightest sleeper so far out of all
those lovers in that book. There'd been the chance that this wouldn't come
off, that at the first opening of the first door he'd have been awake. The
only thing must have been that he'd been deep in dreams at the first entry..
and now was the chance to drag him even deeper into those dreams.

The touch comes then, soft, sweet... softer than a mouth, softer than down,
softer than the cotton candy and twice as delicious. His hips lifted, and
wet, hot heat slides down upon him, so slow, so gentle, as if it were a
cloud of heat, enveloping, while hands, satin fingertips, drape themselves
across his chest, over nipples, down over the trembling abdomen. And the
scent of a musk that is human, earthy, like a heavy rainfall, fills the air.

Along with the heat comes a gentle sound, a sigh - a moan, almost a whine it
is so soft, so high...

Well, that and a wrenching of a door and the hall lights spilling into the
room, filling it with light as a loud voice proclaims, "Fucking damn it!
Can't you wait until AFTER we've had one good night's worth of sleep?"

Tex leans on the doorknob and stares in bemusement at the shocked, desire
soaked face of Lilith, her long toned body bent over Tyrin's, legs on either
side of his hips, chest high and straining with need, straddling his roomie,
who at the moment, seems to be pretty well seated into her body.

With a roll of his eyes he mumbles something like "Damned women.." and slams
the door, muttering his way back to his room. It's not like he's against
Tyrin taking some good stuff during the times when they're down and all.
It's just.. dammit.. he really needs to sleep uninterrupted and with them
all moaning and shit.

Closing his bedroom door he stalks across the room and reaching into the
small fountain at the corner of his room, turns up the pump so it'll splash
more, he does have the chimes and fountains everywhere for more reason than
that they look pretty. He's lived so long in places where the slightest
sound means your dick is cut off and shoved through your throat into your
stomach, that he'd far rather not hear anything while he's sleeping.

Wiping his hand off on his boxers, he trundles across the room and falls
into the soft, flannel sheets, curling his face into his pillow and sighing
happily. As happy as he can be. What the hell? He'd have to talk to Tyrin in
the morning. They might need some rules if the guy felt he had to sneak her
into the house like that. No need to sneak women and all that shit.

Back in Tyrin's room, Lilith stares after Tex and gasps. "Then who.." and
she turns to stare into Tyrin's eyes. Shock playing over her features. She'd
thought.. this was Tex's room!


Okay... Something's -totally- not right about this... Not right at all...
Oh, god, it feels good.. But it's not what he's used to... No man has given
himself to Tyrin like this... Tyrin is the submissive one... And the red
head has never had a dream about something wet... Too wet and too soft
sliding down him...

Damn... Was he snoring or something?! He was going to turn over
and try to be more quiet, but then he found he couldn't... His lower body
trapped between legs, impaling a wet...

A wet... WET?! His eyes shoot open and he sits up and to his utter -horror-
there was Lilith... That fucking cunt Tex messes with all the time... IS
FUCKING SITTING ON HIS DICK!!!!

"GET OFF!!!"

He screams in complete rage pushing her away and snatching up some covers
hiding the beauty of his body, eyes wide in total distaste...

"How the -fuck- did you get in here?! What do you think you're doing?! I'm
GAY!!!"

Oh, gods, he's going to be sick... How dare she?! How fucking -dare- she
violate him like this?! She doesn't even know the girl and he was too angry,
with himself most of all for not -knowing- she was there before hand... And
he didn't even think about his words... How loud they were... How Tex
probably heard them...

Tyrin sighs in defeat and then looks up at her, about ready to rip her head
off...

"Get the fuck out of my room, you dirty bitch... GET. OUT!"

Lilith is terrified, her eyes wide as she scrambles out his door, leaving it
open as she tries to grab her things in a scramble. She almost runs into
Tex's chest as she grabs for her shirt near his door... it's his door,
because he's standing there with a look of shock on his face. He almost
doesn't recognize her for a moment.

She clings to him and sobs. "Shit! Fucker! Did you see? Oh shit.. he just
threw me.. I didn't know he was a fucking fairy!" her body pressed to his.
He'd take her.. he'd soothe it all away. She looks up to encounter his
expression looking down. Cold... and fury.

"I told you to let me know before you came over, Lilith.."

"I.. wanted to... surprise.. you.." her voice getting smaller with each
word. She can't shrink away from him because he's gripping her arms as if
they were toothpicks he could break and would break in a moment or two.

"Hrr.." he stares down at her and his face is so cold... so very, very cold.
"Get out.. and don't come back." He sighs and shrugs. "Too bad.. you were a
good fuck. But I can't have you around. M'partner will fucking kill you if
you come back.." he wrinkles his nose. "Come to think of it.. I'll fucking
kill you.." and with that, he lets her go.

There is no mistaking the look in his eyes, murder.. and no remorse. She
feels the shiver hit her bones and for once, wonders what it is he does with
his time, how he makes so much money flying a cargo, security plane.. And
not knowing isn't as bad as knowing. She'd rather NOT know.. she sobs and
runs for the door, leaving her panties on the floor, having forgotten them.

The door closes, she'd somehow gotten her pants on and that shirt... the bra
stuck into her pocket and shoes tucked in her hands. And Tex stares after
her and sighs. Then looks back down the hallway toward his roomie's room.
"Shit.." he grimaces. "Seems like yer time fer spilling it all, Tyr.." and
he seems saddened. There is a limit on how much a man wants known about
himself when he isn't close friends with another man. Tex considers going
down and saying something about it all.

But then...

Well fuck. She was screaming about fairies and shit.. it's not like he can
walk away from this one.

He scratches his head and wanders into Tyrin's room. "Heya BP.." his grin
pasted on, eyes laughing. "Shit... we're really trying ya out, aren't we?
You still sure you wanna stick? Cause I think this place has fucking wrung
out every thing from you it could so far. Truth is.. I generally get a full
night's sleep and I don't have fucking fights over shit like what we did in
our past and shit." He lifts a brow and approaches the bed, dragging a stool
after him and straddling it. "Fuck man... I'm fucking sorry.." and he sighs.
"Seems I've said sorry more fucking times today than I've said it in three
years," a grim smile playing on his lips.

~~

Oh, god... Oh god... Oh fucking -gods! Tyrin was more than humiliated... All
over again... he wanted to curl up and die... he just sat there, though...
Sat there and listened to Tex' words to Lilith, especially after she called
him a fairy... Tyrin is all man... 1000% man... He didn't walk like a woman
or dress like one and he had no problems shedding blood... That was what hit
him hardest... A fairy... yeah, all he needs now is for someone to come in
and rape his ass... That would be the fucking topper...

He looks up when Tex looks into his room, and for a long moment, he couldn't
say anything... And for those same long moments, he looked down at his hands
that clutches the covers that now hide his body... When he looks up, as he's
listening to Tex speak... he didn't seem very upset about the fact that he
was gay...

"I think I'm being fucking punished by God or something..."

He says this softly, doing as he did in the living room, doing his damnedest
not to cry or show weakness...

"I didn't... I didn't want you to know that... I didn't want to jeopardize
our friendship... I was just so angry when I found that girl on top of me...
Damn it..."

He sighs and just shakes his head, licking his now dry lips...

"Don't worry about it... If you can deal with the fact that I'm a faggot,
well then... It's all good... I'm sorry for waking you..."

Tex recoils. His face showing the first show of .. disgust. "Faggot?" alarm
in his voice. "What the fuck, man? Here I'm about to kill that bitch for
calling you a fairy and you go and call yerself a faggot.. fuck!" his
exasperation coming out in a long groan. "What the fuck's wrong with a guy
being gay I wanna know? It doesn't make you any less fucking dangerous out
there in the stars.. and it sure as fuck doesn't have anything to do with
our friendships. The only thing it's gonna do is that I'm gonna not try and
push girls on you.." he grins. "But a pretty boy.." and he laughs, reaching
over, patting Tryin's covered foot. "Shit man.. you gotta lighten up. Well,
except when you got a bitch like that trying that on you.. fuck.. what'd she
say? I'll be she was so fucking surprised.. she thought you were me.. damn..
you gotta be one tired fucker... that or she just got you on a good night.
Didn't expect it to turn into a nightmare, huh?" he smiles.

He's trying like hell to make this lighter than it is. It's making a huge
impact on him, but he can cage that and keep it for later. He's got shit
that's tied up with that that he'll have to get into when he has time. And
it has nothing to do with Tyrin and it has nothing to do with Tyrin's being
gay. Well, maybe a little on the last score, but not a whole fucking lot.

And it puts into light a few other things that he'd mistaken before and he
winces, remembering his conversation from the night before. "Shit.." his
eyes suddenly showing pain. "Dammit man... I'm fucking everything up. I was
talkin' bout you doing shit for money.. but if I'm right.. you didn't do
shit for money, did ya?" and while it's the truth, and he says it with a
sudden, inordinate amount of tenderness, he knows that's gonna sting like
hell.

Best to get the whole fucking mess out while they're at it.

"I... I don't know... I wish I knew, otherwise I wouldn't have been so
fucking scared of telling you... It just... All goes back to the gay bashing
shit and the holy roller shit... I know I shouldn't be ashamed... I know I
shouldn't be so serious about it... I just don't know, man... People are
just... So cruel..."

He says calmly, heaving out a sigh in relief... Damn... Tex really is a good
friend...

Tyrin laughs softly and shakes his head... Damn... What a fucking -day-...
he combs through the mess of straight red hair before Tex brings Tyrin's
past back up...

"No... I never got shit... I was... Trying to fit in... I was young and very
stupid, you see... I programmed myself to believe that sex was love... You
see the romance shit on tv and you figure that's the way it is, you know...
Nope... No money... No love... Not even a fucking beer... Just... one
quickie after another after another... One bit of a abuse after another...
Just a big circle of bullshit... I was a whore all right... I was hoping for
love in a place where it's never even reared its head... Most of those
guys.... Most of the men I fucked... They weren't shit at all... I don't
know what I was thinking..."

He nods, now that he's comfortable about talking about his life...

"But that shit's all over now, man... I ain't got a care in the world...
But, damn, man! You need to get some fuckin' locks on the doors or
something! Jesus H Christ!"

He grins and tosses a pillow at Tex before just laughing...

"And don't you -dare- go trying to play matchmaker, ya fuck! My time'll come
soon enough... I'm waiting for the right one to like... drop into my lap or
something..."

Tex stands, stretching and picks up the stool, placing it beside the bed
where it should go. "Locks.. yeah.. fucking right. Though they all do have
locks. Damn sorry y'll have to think about locking that." he frowns. "Fuck..
you don't have to. She knew she wasn't supposed to come in. I tell'm all
that I'm a dead sure shot and that I know how to get rid of fucking bodies.
Most of them, it makes the sex more fun, ya know? To think they're fucking a
man like me.." he shrugs and then fits a leg onto the bed.

He seems to recognize something that has just passed and without really
thinking about it, he kneels and crawls on the bed to where Tyrin sits.
"C'mere you stupid gay boy.." but his voice is kind as he settles down next
to Tyr and puts his arm around his friend. "Dammit, man.. you had it rough.
Fucking bastards..." his arm is kind, warm.. as is his chest.

He shakes his head and his voice slows, quiets. "You know? I figure I don't
think about who I fuck.. I'm just as much a bastard as them. I mean.. I tell
my victims, ya know? I let'm know that I'm not in this for more than a one
night stand, and I sure as hell go for the women who'll not give a shit if I
live or die. I don't wanna be breaking hearts and that shit. That's fucked
up. But damn.. you really got screwed.. uh.. no pun intended.." and he
chuckles and squeezes Tyrin slightly. "And yeah.. no matchmaking.. no pretty
boys... no centerfolds from Playgirl.." he grins and laughs.

Then his voice goes low again. "And I can promise you this... I'll never
fuck you... never treat you like garbage. K? I mean, fuck.. yer my friend
and friends don't do that shit to each other. We back one another up and
shit." He turns his head and looks at his friend. "Okay? So no matter what
you bring home, you can know that I'm not gonna let it spill over into us.
We're fucking way more important than that shit."

"But you're honest about it... That's good... Can't be faulted for that..."

He says softly, finding himself so comfortable in Tex' arms... he offers a
laugh, looking up at Tex with a little smirk...

"You ever consider posing for Playgirl? Seriously... You'd make a good
centerfold..."

Another laugh and he nods quietly...

"You're the only friend I have... And you're the best friend a person could
have... Thank you... I know I said it a lot, but... It just means so much...
And you know I got your back, man... Ain't nobody gonna fuck with us... Not
in this lifetime or any other... I really appreciate your words, though,
man..."

He, unknowingly rests his head against, Tex' body, reveling in the beautiful
sound of his heart, in the back of his mind - knowing- that Tex is the
one... The only one to be kind to him... To treat him like a human being and
not some... Piece of shit... Tex... The man that fuckin' made a warm bath
for him... That welcomed him into his home... A guy who loves his suit as
much as Tyrin loves his own... he's the perfect man... The perfect lover...
The perfect companion, even...

That will never be, though... That's what Tyrin thinks... he'll never have
that kind of chance with Tex... He's so beautiful and warm and so, so kind
and gentle... Like he's the flame this moth would burn in and happily...

"Mil.." Tex calls out softly, his arm settled in comfort around the now
sagging Tyrin. Damn.. the guy was so... well, needy was the wrong word,
because it wasn't anything bad. It's like finding a kitten in the rain and
wanting to take it home. And something in that surprises Tex. He'd thought
Tyrin the guy that didn't have any soul, no heart.. that his life blood was
his Bitch and that was all. A man with a machine for a soul.

Go figure.. life is full of surprises, huh?

So he's surprised in a way, that he's not punched in the gut for being a
jerk about this shit - only he's trying to be kind. He knows he's crass,
he's got his own walls and shit. Well, not many, really. He sorta lives with
it all out there. That's the best thing for himself. Doesn't have to
remember anything that way, ya know?

When he hears the soft beep in the background in response to his command he
repeats, "Mil... deck C, track 3, repeat.. now please.."

And then, a soft sound fills the room, like listening to the ocean from
underneath the waves. Or that's how he's always thought it to be. For a long
moment he sits with his friend in that sound, until slowly.. a soft sound of
music mingled with the waves begins... gentle, almost imperceptible, enough
to cut the monotony but not enough to bother him at all. Well.. or Tyrin. So
he hopes.

He smiles softly and lengthens his spine, his ribs drawing up as he slowly
straightens. "Yeah.. well.." his voice a low, distant rumble of thunder in
his chest against Tyr's ear, "that's more'n most have ever given me.." and
he chuckles, then turns his body to slip out from beside and half way behind
Tyr.. He makes his way to the side of the bed and stands, turning then to
smile back at his friend. "Get some sleep. We got shit to do t'morrow man.."
and he pads on naked feet back to the door, the muscles on his lower back
shifting with each step, the long lines of his legs running like cold water
under his skin, and in the starlight that's one hell of a pretty picture.
Not that he's any aware of it as he turns the knob and opens the door.

There, with the starlight upon one side of him and the golden inner lights
of the hall on the other, he grins. "And fuck.. Playgirl turned down my
application, BP.." he laughs. "But coming from you? I'm gonna take that as
one hell of a compliment. Night.." and before Tyrin can say another word,
he's closed the door silently behind him and left the room bathed in silver,
awash with the sound of waves and the muted tones of some song that can be
almost made out.

He was left alone after that... Tyrin laid there after Tex had gone back to
bed... he let the sound of the waves shove him slowly to the land of
dreams... Trembling with the remembrance of Tex having his arms around
him... Gods, that man... How he grips Tyrin's heart in his teeth... Tyrin
melts with the very thought of Tex being near him...

He dreamed of that man, after he relieved himself of his hidden desire and
cried himself to sleep with the sound of the waves...