Two-way Mirror

This is about two of my own characters from a story I’m writing. Just about everyone mentioned in this story is of my own creation and totally not “human”, so to speak. They’ve been experimented with and their DNA altered to give them inhuman abilities. For example, Duke, mention in this story, can transform into an impossibly large black cat.

Anyway, the prologue is told from Basilisk’s POV but the rest of the chapters will be told from third-person.

I think that’s it . . . . . oh, and there will be a lemon later. I’m just not sure when.

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I'm not nessisarilly normal. No one can accuse me of saying I was, either. My eyes could do strange things . . . but that's not what I was talking about. I was refering to my crush. Everyone else knowns him as Zack Wise.

It's so hard not to wrap my arms around him and kiss him. It's so hard to stop my self from pinning him to a wall and tearing off his shirt. It's so hard not to take him too my room and fuck him into my bed. But I force myself to keep my desires to myself.

Well, that's not entirely true. I told Duke about it, and he told me it was more than a crush- it was lust. He said I should find out if he was gay too, before I even thought of kissing him. This was easier said than done.

Not only was it difficult to aske about one's sexual preference, Zack was as thick as a rock when it came to romantic situations. He didn't know if he liked guys, or even girls for that matter! So how am I supposed to know? Duke said that this was perfect, because Zack will be more open to the idea, especially since he had no problem with Duke's announcement about being bi. That somewhat reassuring, but I still felt that Zack would reject me if I made a move on him. It would kill me if he didn't feel the same way.

Which was why I was having such a hard time concentrating on the movie with Zack, fast asleep on my shoulder. My heart had been beating three times faster ever since he'd driffted off, and I swear my breathing was loud enough to wake Micheal on the third floor. How Zack could sleep through "The Ring" was beyond me, but there he was, his head resting on my shoulder and the rest of his body limp. Shadow, Leo, Jessie, and Ash were watching the movie as well, and I could feel Duke smirking at me from the chair on my right. He knew what I wanted to do to Zack, and he knew I couldn't do anything without everyone in the room seeing it. At least Chase wasn't there.

I almost scowled, thinking about Chase. He was almost always gripping the back of Zack's shirt, burying his head into his back. It drove me crazy, watching the fink get so close to Zack when I was the one who wanted to be touching the golden-eyed boy like that. When I complained to Duke about it, the jerk just laughed and said that it made the whole affair more interesting for him. Shadow wasn't any help on the subject either. She said that Chase viewed Zack as a security blanket and that I wasn't to tamper with it until Zack got fed up with the blonde and "weaned" Chase from him. Only, Zack was a shockingly patient person, and only God knew how long it would take for Zack to make Chase cool it.

The end credits started rolling, and everyone else stretched and stood up. I didn't, however, because Zack was still fast asleep on my shoulder. I honestly didn't want to wake him up; it would ruin the fluttery feeling in my stomach. Shadow gave me a funny look, and then said.

"Basilisk, wake him up, would you?"

I swear Duke was laughing at me. I was so going to kill that bastard.

"Why wake him up? I’m sure Basy can carry him up to his room and tuck him in," grinned Duke. I couldn't believe he actually suggested that. He had to be kidding. Shadow sighed.

"Fine, whatever. Just don't drop him." She left, with everyone else. Duke turned at the doorway, laughed at me, and dashed up the stairs, just barly missing the handfull of popcorn I threw at him. Carefully, I moved out from under Zack and held him steady. It annoyed me that I was shaking like a rock as I reached for the younger boy, and I forced myself to calm down. I figured carrying him bridal style would be easier, so I scooped him up in my arms and brought him to the stairs. He was so soft and warm, I wanted to hold him closer, kiss him and-

Okay, I have to stop thinking about that. I need to get him up to my room. I mean-! His room! Yes, right, his room. . . .

Before I knew it, I was opening his bedroom door and making my way carefully through the dark room to his bed. It was almost midnight and I could see a lump covered in blankets on Chase's bed, the tip of a white wing and a bare foot poking out of said lump. At least he was asleep; it made things so much easier.

I gently set Zack on his bed, trying not to wake him. His face was relaxed, soft and innocent. Without thinking, I brushed a strand of chocolate brown hair out of his face. I shivered, his warm skin sending chills up my spine. The more I stared, the more his lips became irresistible, and the more irresistible they got, the more I needed to kiss him.

Suddenly his face was inches from mine; I don't know when I leaned forward. I could feel his hot breath on my lips, and all my self-control went out the window as I dipped my head down. I pressed my lips against his, teeth nipping at his bottom lip, and my tongue pushing to open his mouth. I ravished it, tasting him, sweet as honey, and loving every minute of it.

After the most perfect moment of my life, I pulled back. I stared at his sleeping form, breath coming in even and slow; he was still fast asleep. A heavy weight settled in my stomach as I realized he would never know about the kiss. He'd never know I took advantage of him. . . . Maybe it was better this way. Maybe its better he didn't know about it, and couldn't tell me to stop.

As I left his room and closed the door, I knew, no matter what I told myself, that I really did want him to know about it. I wanted him to know how much I loved him. I wanted him to know. I wanted. . . .

I wanted him.

Fiery determination settled in my stomach and I knew that, without an ounce of doubt, I'd make Zack kiss me back.


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That’s the prologue. The next chapter will be up in at least two days. I hope who ever read this liked it.