1 comments/ 20030 views/ 1 favorites Mirrored By: Fru *Author's Note: This story is my intellectual property. No reposting it unless you've contacted me and I say it's OK. But please read it and tell me what you think by e-mailing me at the address in my profile. This story has also been posted at the EMCSA.* * We're mirrored. I can see the back of his neck and the tip of his nose but I'm not facing him; I'm feeling him. Our skin slides, smooth and hot against us. I nuzzle his neck, feeling his hair brush mine. His grip on my thighs anchors me. We both sweat out a smell, *the* smell. It's physically addicting, it binds us. Melancholy eyes over moaning mouths, I bite his neck where it meets the shoulder and look up across the room, into my own eyes. I see his orbs reflected over my shoulder; he's gazing into the other glass, the one over my dresser. I keep looking; our eyes lock. My roommate's dresser has brown speck in the corner—rust from some past year. He keeps pushing himself into me, and each jolt of pleasure he brings me makes the scent stronger, sends me racing towards the edge the cliff, the precipice with only air below rushing up inside, harder, harder, whistling speed—yet roots me more firmly in the present than I've ever been. Each detail of my dorm room picks itself out, unravels inside my corneas; imprinted memory, a fantastic flashbulb of presence. He slides his hands over the back of my neck and the sensitive spot below and I arch my back instinctively and mewl. Panting, scrabbling at his back, going higher with every thrust that he gives me and I give one back, working every muscle I still have control over to give him pleasure to give me pleasure, give me the heat, the searing fire. This is the kind of sensation that usually sends me running down the halls tearing my hair out in frustration but now, now it's being taken care of, pounded into and out of me by this man, this boy, this guy and his seductive scent rising into my nostrils. My head flops forward and my eyes relax back into the mirror, into our doubled-to-infinity images. Our shy eyes meet; we grin. His eyes flash; they glow! Just for a second, but maybe the light was coming from mine, I thought I saw a light there, too, no, that's not poss—irises! Irises green and blue, flowers against the sky in the springtime, stomping flowers that reach for the sun, open their purple petals oh irises, crunch under my foot, obey the foot the sun the sky the earth cringe back to the grass, take refuge in those pathetic roots, shooting with growing glowing oh crunch in my teeth your tubules, stalks, irises, irises in the springtime, staring up at the sun through the blazing blue and green staring back at yooooooooou! I collapsed against the dresser and him and then we slid to the floor together. His breath was coming out in snorts, and I was shaking like I was a crowd a wave of laugher had just passed through. Relief. Sweet, citrusy, icy, thermal, slick relief. Dripping. My dry hair brushed against my wet shoulders and I shivered again in aftershock. Seeing, he smiled and nuzzled my neck below my ear, a tuft of his hair brushing the lobe. It prickled and soothed. I reached up and curled my fingers into his shag, just looked at that smooth, roguish face. It came closer; a kiss. Cool lips, compared to the rivulets of sweat that lined the rest of our bodies, the sweat that sheened our faces. His lips were pressed together and firm, twisting against mine. Here was a guy that knew how to give kisses that made you lose days... "Good?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing in the corners of his eyes. "Mmmmm," I sighed, stretching my arms above my head and then twisting side to side to get out the kinks in my abs. "Yeah." I blew him a kiss and then placed one hand on his shoulder and pushed him gently backwards. "But I need to go to class now." "What, you don't want to take a shower?" With him? Everyone would know about us if someone saw us in the bathroom together, and I wasn't ready to break cover about this. Maybe *he* could afford to let people know he made another conquest, but I wasn't faring so well in public opinion this semester... "Naaah...I want to go to class smelling like you." "Really, me?" "Yeah, *you*, who *else* did I just fuck? Anyway, that way I can sit in class and just think about you. About us. Hee." He gave me a wink. "Know what? I will too." I flashed him some teeth and glanced up at the clock. "OK, time to start getting dressed now. I only have ten minutes to get across campus as it is." He looked at his wrist to try and check the time and realized that his watch wasn't there. I pointed to the shining thing where it lay strewn like a ticking jewel underneath Jenna's bed. He crawled over to get it, flashing his ass at me. I stifled a giggle; I'd brought the mighty Tristan to his knees. Too bad no one would hear about it. Oh well. I know how to keep my big mouth shut now, that's for certain, but there are still times I wish I didn't have to. Little tidbits like that, small confidences exchanged, are the ways girls build friendships. Boys brag and girls giggle, that's how it works, and that's the problem with letting my cunt think for me so often. My presumptuous (and sumptuous, if any of the *feed*back I've gotten has been honest) pussy leads to shallower friendships, because I can only share so much without ruining my standing. Those nicknames and impressions stick, you can bet on that and win more often than the pope drinks wine. I stood, stretched my arms above my head and pulled them to first the right side and then the left until I could feel the burn in my side, then dropped them and started gathering my scattered clothes. Pants? Good...bra? Need that. Panties go on first, then bra, then jeans...oh, there's a sock! "Tristan? I think that's *my* sock." He looked down at the cotton he'd been trying to stick on his foot, chuckled, and tossed it over to me. "Thanks." Sock one, sock two...where did that shirt get to? Hey, it's kind of dark in here...oh! There it is, over my desk lamp... "OK well...bye!" He gave me the little boy-nod, smelled his armpit, laughed, and swaggered off down the hall. He adjusted his balls right before he turned the corner. Eew. Really hot though... I jiggled my head. Time to get to class. There shall be no daydreaming. I grabbed my bag and my keys, locked the door, and jogged across campus, sliding into the fourth seat on the left just as Professor McAlice started his lecture. I tried to concentrate on it, I really did; some of the allele stuff was actually really interesting. Not as interesting as me, apparently. I kept hearing whispers, buzzing around my ears like flies. I caught a 'Shayla' here, a 'slept with?' there, a 'smells like *sex*, can't the hussy be bothered to' over there. Shit. I should have risked the shower, or just shown up late. Or not at all. Was it too late to transfer, or maybe just turn back time until everyone else disappeared? *Nah,* I thought. *I'd get too horny if I was alone on earth.* I grimace. *I get too horny *now.* *That's why I'm in this situation to freaking begin with.* I slumped down on the desk and tried to restrain both from crying and from touching myself. Self-pity always made me so *hot*, dammit. But all the whispers, they just started getting to me. I mean, I was just sitting there trying to take notes and they just kept chip chip chipping away and every time some girl giggled I realized how much of a slut she must think I was and every time I heard the word 'slut' the more that sex stench slapped me in the face. All memory of the amazing fuck itself faded into the distance, replacing pleasure with pain, hotness with humiliation (which I do *not* find hot), until, *until*, UNTIL-- "SHUT UP!" I roared, tipping up the hinged desktop and sending my textbook and notebook flying in an explosion of papers. Chest still heaving, I spun around. "All of you! Stop whispering! Where do you fucking get off on calling me a slut?" I clenched my fists, prepared to take an actual swing at the first kid to speak up, no matter what the Professor would do to me for—wait. Everyone was silent. Not a whisper, not a giggle, not a word. Not a single noise, not even from McAlice. "What?" Silence. I heard a pen drop. Its owner was shaking in fear, clutching at her throat. She wasn't choking, she was...mute? Not to be narcissistic or anything, but...did *I* do this? No one seemed to be able to talk; when I turned around to look at McAlice, he was looking similarly shocked. He was clearly trying to shout; all the veins on his forehead were bulging with the effort...but no sound was coming out. "Uh...you can all talk now?" "--DISRUPT THIS CLASS, MISSY, I'M GOING TO HAVE YOU--" "--my god I can't believe this I--" "--could talk fine just yesterday can--" "--since when does Shayla have mystical powers I--" "Quiet again!" It was like someone had thrown a switch. Pure silence. *Oh, my*—crash. I found that I'd been stepping backwards, afraid of this new talent or power or whatever it was, and now I'd hit the teacher's podium. He glared at me, silent syllables still pouring from his throat. He looked like a winded race horse; foaming at the mouth and practically steaming. His hands were flailing as if he'd love to put a hand on me if it wasn't so illegal, shake his words out of me. Think, Shayla. Think think think! This isn't a dream, because you've never had sex in a dream before. This can't be a prank, because McAlice would never do something so crass as that. Simply put, there was only one explanation; I was doing this. I had, somehow and inexplicably, acquired powers. Not mystical like Emily was saying; I think mystical would feel different. I think I would also have had to do something like a spell to get mystical powers. No, there must be a scientific explanation. Scientific? Why yes, I *was* in science class...I should preform some experiments. "Everyone, you're not mad anymore. It's perfectly normal not to be able to speak." I looked around. Everyone was back to normal, except for the fact that they weren't talking. Kids chewed gum, doodled, daydreamed...McAlice wasn't trying to shout anymore. He looked a little bit bemused, and then put his arms down. I could almost see his thought processes...hey, why couldn't I? Time to test if my commands could be localized to a single person. "Professor McAlice, sir, you can speak again, but you no longer have a filter. You will say everything that comes into your head." I nodded. "And, uhh, this will all seem normal to you!" I added hastily; don't want any more shouting. "...really rather strange that a student is standing at the front of my class. I don't think we're giving presentations today, I really wish maintenance would do something about this lighting but maybe if I at least had some money for chalk we'd be able to get some real teaching done instead of having everyone stand around. Why is she in front of me? I was definitely supposed to be teaching today, maybe she's--" "That's enough, Professor. Stop." He fell silent, and then he fell to the ground, convulsing. What happened? Oh, oh no, oh shit. I must have told him to stop *thinking* when I meant to tell him to stop *speaking.* Note to self; be specific! God help me if I ever tell anyone to go to hell.. "Start thinking, Professor!" "...ow, this really hurts I oh god need air I--" "Stop voicing your thoughts, Professor." I looked around at the class. They were staring, wide-eyed. They couldn't speak, but they were passing notes furiously. They couldn't speak and they were *still* laughing at me! I felt like crying. This was *not* fair. Powers were supposed to make me liked, or at least respected, right? A tear sprung to my eye as a guy in a powder-blue shirt tried to keep his gum in his mouth, but he was laughing too hard to make any real effort at it. I swallowed hard and made an announcement. "Class, Professor, everybody, listen up! Nothing weird or strange happened in Bio class today. There was never a point where you couldn't talk. McAlice, you taught your lesson. Class, you all listened and took notes and learned something for once. Shayla, that's me for those of you who don't know my name, Shayla didn't stand up or say anything the entire class. None of you gossiped about her or laughed at her or ever will again. When I snap my fingers, you will all commence doing what you would normally be doing right now." As I said this, I walked back to my seat, feeling all of their eyes on me, feeling their minds editing their memories in anticipation of my snap. I picked up my book and sat down, grabbed my pen with my left hand, and snapped with the right. Normality reestablished control. Boredom pervaded the air as if it had been there all along. The smell of pen ink and strawberry gum mixed in my nostrils with the stink I was still pushing out. Nobody noticed this time. No comments, no giggles. Just science, just a dim lecture hall with only the projector to shed any light on anything. I spent the rest of the hour studying each and every person in the room. Would what I had done remain in their subconscious memory, wiped only from their consciousness? Would that change their perception of me? What would this do to my reputation? And why in the hell, if I had erased all memory of all oddness from everyone's minds, was Serena still staring at me? Mirrored Dreams The cool night air seeps in from the open window as I sit alone in front of the mirror. My body is lightly clothed, a soft white almost lace like wrap moves sensuously over my curves as I lift my arms and run a hairbrush through the length of my soft chestnut tresses. The breeze chills my skin, makes my nipples pucker into hard points as I drop the brush and move my hands over myself. I open my palms, rubbing then clockwise, brushing over the tips of my breasts. The heat of my hands and the coolness of my skin excites me, making a flutter start low in my belly. I watch my hands in the mirror, strumming over my nipples then squeezing and kneading my breasts slowly, rolling and pinching the tips through the thin material. I close my eyes and imagine your hands on my body, your breath on my neck as you tease me, your rough fingers plucking my nipples and my pussy starts to tingle, I feel my moisture seeping from me as I lose myself in my daydream. I lean back in my chair and open my legs wide, opening my robe and letting it fall over the back of the chair. I open my eyes and look at myself again, my pussy is wet, I can see the sheen of juices on my slit in the low light. My nipples are hard and dark pink from me teasing them. My face flushed and my eyes hungry. I look in the mirror and see you doorway behind me, leaning against the doorframe. Your eyes move over me and a small smile twists the corners of your mouth. I move my hands under my breasts, lifting them and offering them to you as our eyes hold in the mirror. A low moan escapes my lips as I lift one higher and flick my tongue out, wetting the tip of one, then the other. I squeeze them tight, pinching my nipples between my fingers as I watch your face. I open my mouth to speak, but you cut me off before I can. "Shhh," you bring your finger to your lips and shush me, your eyes on my hands. "Pinch your nipples baby." Your voice is both rough and smooth, like gravel under velvet and a shiver runs down my spine as I obey, pinching just the tips between my thumbs and fingers. The feeling is magnified a thousand fold with your eyes on me. "Squeeze them...show me how you want me to play with them." I watch your face behind me as I knead the soft flesh in my hands, tugging my nips, rolling them between my fingers, pinching then hard, just on the border of pain. My pussy is on fire as I taunt myself, my breasts feel swollen, my nipples throbbing. I lock eyes with you in the mirror and slowly slide one of my hands lower, down my torso and I cup my pussy in my palm. Im hot and sopping wet as I rub the flat of my hand against the lips of my sex. I moan loud as I grind my clit against it, smiling as I see your hand rub your cock through the thick worn denim of your jeans. "Open yourself for me...let me see baby." I open my legs even wider and move both hands down, pulling open the lips of my sex, I can see my moisture glistening on my heated flesh in my reflection, my clit hard and standing at attention, its hood pulled back. I moan as the cool air hits me. I'm so fucking horny I think ill explode if I don't touch myself there, and soon. "Finger yourself baby...fuck yourself with your hands, but don't come yet." I watch you as I run my fingertips up and down my slit, teasing us both. I cry out as I lightly brush over my sensitive nub, the light touch almost like electric shock as my body jerks a bit. I let my hands trail lower, circling my opening with one fingertip then slowly pushing it into my heat. I moan as I slide first one finger, then two into my sex. I lift my hips and push them out as I glance at my hand in the mirror. My light fingers slipping between the swollen lips of my dark pink cunt. I add a third finger and I feel the stirrings of orgasm fluttering in my lower abdomen. Im so close, a light flick of my clit and I would explode. I watch as you move behind my chair, your hands reaching down, your breath hot on the back of my neck as you cup my breasts in your hands and squeeze them roughly, pinching my nipples hard as you sink your teeth into the tender skin of my shoulder. Your eyes watch as my fingers move faster, my wrist hitting the lips of my sex and teasing my clit as I fill myself over and over. "You want to come baby?" Your fingertips roll my nipples back and forth as my body rocks against my hand. "Yesss." My voice is breathy, my face flushed as I watch your tanned hands move lower over my ivory colored skin. The contrast is erotic, the dark and the light. Your fingertips gently spread me open, one finger presses against the side of my clit. I cry out as I shift, giving you better access and trying to press myself full on against your finger. "You want me to make you come?" "Oh god baby...please...I need it so bad!" My hand slams in and out of my pussy, Im right there...just need a little touch, a caress. "Then come." As you speak the words to me your finger moves, flicking hard and fast against my nub. I cry out as my body stiffens and my pussy contracts tight around my still moving fingers. I arch my back; stopping my hand and letting the sensations travel up and down my body as my body grips my fingers tight. Your hand doesn't slow, you keep flicking me and pinching the sensitive button, showing my no mercy as I writhe and shake on the chair. I glance in the mirror as my body calms, my hair is messed, my eyes wild. A deep blush spread over my chest. You smile as you take me by my hands and pull me up then place them palms down on the small table in front of the mirror. I watch as you step behind me, I hear you open your jeans and I widen my stance. My body is on fire, I need you inside me. I feel you press close, the heat from your body all along my back as the head of your cock slides over the length of my slit. I moan as your hands grip my hips and you rub yourself against me, getting your cock wet with my juices and teasing me into a frenzy at the same time. I tilt my hips as you slide against me, trying to lead you inside. I hear your low laugh in my ear as you sense my eagerness. "You want me baby," your voice purrs in my ear as you slide your cock back and forth, "You want my hard cock in this wet little cunt?" I look at you in the mirror, and can only nod and moan my agreement. Your eyes meet mine as you grip the base of your cock and nudge it against the opening to my body. I watch your face as I feel you enter me; filling me with your hardness. Your eyes close and a look of sheer ecstasy crosses your face as you slide in slow, feeling every inch of your cock being squeezed my the hot, wet velvet of my body. I cry out as you pull back, then slam into me hard. I grip the edge of the table and watch you in the mirror, your eyes are closed, your head is tilted back a bit as you start to pound into me. The sensations build fast as I push back against you, rolling my hips in time with your thrusts. You open your eyes and watch me, my whole body moving with yours. Your hands slide up my sides and you cup my breasts in your hands, pinching my nipples hard as your balls slap against my pussy. One hand slides lower and I feel your fingertips rubbing over my clit. I cry out loud as I come, locking my knees as my juices coat your cock and my pussy clenches tight around your shaft. Your moans fill my ears as you feel my body respond to yours. Your hands slide down to my hips and grip me tight as your cock pistons in and out of my pussy, the sounds of your flesh slapping against mine make me hotter, the friction of your cock moving inside me sends shivers down my spine, ending right at my clit, bringing me closer and closer...then pushing me over again. I scream loud as I find my pleasure. My whole body shakes from the intensity as I clamp down tight around your cock, my hand comes around and I dig my fingers into your ass, holding you inside me as I clench and unclench around you. You half moan and half grunt moving your hips in a little circle, rubbing the walls of my pussy as your cock explodes, feeling every spasm, every tightening of my sex as it milks you, your shaft jumps and pulses deep inside me. I look at your reflection, your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth open. I smile as I grip around you tight, finding pleasure in the fact that its me that is making you feel like this, me giving you this much pleasure. Your body relaxes as you nuzzle my neck and kiss my lightly behind my ear, "I love you beautiful." Your words make me smile and a warm feeling envelopes my whole body. I feel your cock soften and slowly recede from me, our mixed fluids gradually seeping from my body and trailing down the inside of my thighs. I turn and kiss you, your lips are soft and sweet, the velvet of your tongue strokes against mine as you wrap your arms around me and hold me close. You lean into me and whisper in my ear, "Meeeeowwwrrrr." I pull back and look up at you confused, your mouth moves again... "Meeeoooowrrrr." I sputter as I open my eyes, my cats fur in my eyes as she meows loudly right in my face, the morning sunlight coming in through my bedroom window, assaulting my eyes. Remembering our date tonight, I push the cat to the floor, angry that the little bugger tore me away from you, but forming a plan in my head. I get up and search through my closet, pulling out my lacy white wrap; I glance towards my old fashioned vanity in the corner of my bedroom. Maybe tonight I can make my dream a reality. Mirrored "We fucked." "I've fucked before," I said, trying to keep some of the upper hand. Or something? I think this was just one of those awkward situations where you just say whatever you think you need to say when you're not thinking. "Ya, and so have I. But you've never fucked *me*," he said. He smirked. "It wasn't *that* good," I snorted, even though it had been. "Yeah it was," he countered. I nodded. "But it couldn't have been *that*...could it?" "Well, maybe it--" he stopped. "Was there anything different than usual?" "Well, there was the...the smell..." Dizzy silence slammed through my nostrils and into my brain. *The smell.* Instinctively, I knew that was it. That mind-bending, magical aroma, that melty tang emanating from our bodies, mixing with the heat and-- "It was our sweat!" "What?" "Our sweat! When we fucked and mixed our sweat, it must have done something...the two together must have combined some way that...well, allows us to *control* people." His mouth opened wide. Wider. Hung there—snapped shut. "So, when I showered--?" "You washed it off. But I didn't. I can still do things." "Can, can you control me, too?" "Bark like a dog." "Meow." "I guess not." He shivered in relief. "So we can't control each other, but when we fuck, no one else can stand in our way?" I came out with a grin of my own. "I guess so." "Shayla," he said, slinking up to me and sliding an arm around my waist, "we are going to have *lots* of fun." I leaned in for a kiss; our lips met and dragged our bodies up close, and it felt tingly. I put my head down and sighed. He felt firm, and there with his arms around me and my head resting on his shoulder, my lips grazing the soft skin of his neck and my loins afire, I felt peaceful. I felt like maybe, here was a guy who could hold me for a while. Just maybe, I could be happy in his arms and in his heart. The mystical powers didn't hurt, either. Hand in hand, we walked across the quad to our next classes. He dropped me off at mine before continuing to his, waving as he took a couple of backwards steps before jogging over to the Psychology building. His hair glinted in the sunlight, which also obscured his face. Again, I felt restful. Heh, I think I had a *boyfriend* now. Who would have thought? Mirrored "Darla," she said, pointing to a short, gothy-looking girl. I could clearly see her bra through her netted shirt. The sight only distracted me for a second. I walked over to her. "Hey Darla!" I said. "Stand up and come with me." Wordlessly, she complied. "Serena, what should I tell Darla to do? What wouldn't she do normally that would prove my point?" She shrugged. "Hey Darla." "Hey...uh, who is this girl?" "I'm Shayla, and you need to do jumping jacks until I tell you to stop." "What do you even—oh!" She yelped, as her body started doing jumping jacks without her permission. Serena stared incredulously. "Wow, you're really making her do that?" "Yup. Want to see anything else?" "Ummmm...I can't think of anything." "Bummer. OK Darla, you can stop. I want you to forget that I made you do those jumping jacks and that I have this power; make something up when you go back to your friends. I'm Shayla and you'll be friendly to me from now on. Bye." She looked at me out of the corner of her eye as she stumbled back over to her friends. She shrugged at them, and then made a joke I couldn't catch. They all erupted in laugher. "Believe me now?" "Yes. And believe me when *I* say that you can't get rid of me that easily. I'll get you away from Tristan yet." "Oh really?" "Try me," she said, giggling, and ran towards Lilac's front door. I pushed down a massive lump of guilt about cheating on Tristan again, grinned, and ran after her. MirrorLake Academy ((This will be a series of different things that my best friend and I have written together. This is a story about a Mako Shark named Tiburon and a Hawk named Orion... They are attending Mirrorlake Academy of Magic for anthromorphs, meaning they can change into animals. Orion is blonde short and very slender... Tiburon is taller, muscular, and has blue hair.)) Story One: Trying to get a tan... It wasn't the first time in his life Orion made the long walk from the White Rabbit, a nightclub, to the school beach. He was now eighteen and he was going to get a tan and get noticed because over the summer he had come into his cute little body. Normally he waited for school to start before attempting to get his pale pallor to become a little golden. But since he had made such a drastic look-change this summer, he thought to add a tan would really shock his friends who'd be returning in a few weeks. So now he stepped onto the white, shifting sand. He walked to about the middle of the beach, before laying out his soft towel, the one with the lovers in the water in front of a sunset. Ignoring whomever it was he felt nearby, he slowly stripped from his clothes down to well, not much. It was an invention of his, these little bicycle shorts, cut extra short to only cover up the necessities. It was a white material, but he had charmed them to let through the tanning rays so he wouldn't get tan lines. His new figure was quite appealing, and he lied down on his back and let his eyes fall shut against the brightness and heat of the sun. A few minutes later a shadow fell over him. "Excuse me," he said politely not opening his eyes. "If you would mind moving a little more to the right, I would appreciate it, thanks." The mako, Tiburon, who had been swimming and hunting in the ocean in his animal form, popped some winterfresh into his mouth and looked over to see a nice piece of meat stripping down to practically nothing not more than twenty feet away. Well now was his chance. The almost nineteen year old was looking for some action and this young man looked like he would do nicely. But as he approached he noticed that this was his roommate and, dare he say it, enemy. Now he was kicking himself and recalling that little bit about the ugly duckling. He had just figured that this duckling would stay ugly. Still he strode over and obscured the other's light. "Hey... What happened to you? Did you finally grow... well I wouldn't say 'up' cause you're still not tall... Or did you take that potion I had mentioned at the end of last year?" He asked looking upon the other with a raised eyebrow. Orion knew that voice, and opened his eyes to see indeed it was the shark. He was going to make a rather scathing remark but knew it wouldn't befit his politeness so he shrugged. "This is what I have become. It's been here all the time, and any of my friends have seen it. The shell doesn't matter anyways. It's what it contains." "Right..." The blue haired Tiburon said rather dryly looking down at the other but not in such a way as to check him out or let on that he was interested... cause he wasn't. He was not at all interested in that hot body or those sexy eyes. He didn't need that perfectly beautiful skin. He had self-control. "Is this like that stupid goose or duck story where everything is all happy at the end and the ugly... thingy gets the charming prince or something?" He asked. He laughed at the other's idiocy, and not the good kind of laughing either. So incredibly shallow... He stretched out and once again said, "Now if you would please move, you're the one who always comments on how pale I am. Not that it's your business precisely." "Please tell me that you're not tanning to get my attention because it's going to take a lot more than that kiddo. Midgets... I don't do midgets and I mean look at you. Skinny with no visible muscles was like last week and that's not a fad that comes back..." he said rolling his eyes at the other teen. "You're nowhere near hot enough for me so... get over it... it's just sad now," he said running a hand through his metallic blue hair. "Oh please! Coming from you!" he said scathingly, on his feet, hands fisted at his sides. This was the only person on earth he had met who could make his blood boil, and the only one he was not nice to. He was not at all interested in the other. He'd been put down far too many times. "You! Oh yes! I want some of that dried out, salty skin. Or those chapped lips! And Hon," he said, grabbing the other's hair and running a hand through it. "You need to get some new conditioner if you even use it at all. Or can you not read the instructions on the bottle? Perhaps because there are no pictures you don't understand?" "Don't understand?" He growled, knocking the other's hand from his hair and went to hit him. It was purely his pride that made him want to smack the other but then he was pushed back into the surf. A wave washed over him as he sat there and glared at the boy. It didn't help that the other had that stupid smug look on his face like he had won either. "No muscle, eh?" he spat, and bent over and picked up his towel. Without a second to waste Tiburon was up on his feet and tackled the other to the ground. It was no problem for him to pin the smaller down. He glared at the other. "I have a perfect body, my lips are not chapped, and my hair is gorgeous," he demanded. Why did he care what the scrawny man thought? He didn't know... no one was watching and no one witnessed that embarrassing fall. Why was he so angry? "I've heard you whispering in your sleep... You talk in your sleep you know? You tell me that you want me. You tell me that you need me. And you've told me a dozen times that you love me... I just never felt like embarrassing you like that..." He moved very close to the other's face. "You can't ever have this," he kissed the boy intimately before pulling back, punching him, and standing up. Orion had been just about to deny all those accusations, for he never remembered having dreams of that sort in his life, the other did something surprising. His eyes grew wide and he remained frozen in shock as he was kissed. This, as it turned out, was not a good thing, because if he'd had his wits about him he might have dodged the blow to his jaw that caused him to yelp. The sharp snap and sudden tearing pain, along with instant swelling indicated the other had broken his delicate jaw. "Like I would want that," he said, spitting out a spray of blood from where his teeth had cut inside his cheek. It hurt his jaw, and he winced in pain. "A shallow person like you, who has no true friends and cannot even value the closeness or the heart of a lover, you'll live a lonely life when all your fair weather pals leave." By now his eyes were streaming with pained tears, but he didn't care. He just grabbed his wand and pulled on his clothes as he talked but never leaving the other's eyes. He just looked at the other who was clearly hurt and very angry with him but he really didn't care too much. He just watched and listened calmly before smiling that brilliant smile he had become famous for. "Don't you know?" He asked looking the other right in the eyes. They had not broken contact yet. "All friends are fair-weather friends. The whole purpose for having a friend is for them to make you feel good. They keep you around because you make them feel good. Once all of those good feelings are gone... Then so is the friendship and really isn't that just what a fair weather friend is?" He asked looking at the other. "It's the same way with relationships. Why stay with someone that doesn't make you feel good?" He asked. "Unless you're a masochist... And don't tell me you believe in love because I'll just laugh..." Orion cast his eyes aside then and gathered up his things in his bag, standing up. His expression was almost a sad one when he looked up at the other. "I think... I finally understand you," he said. "You've been betrayed. Hurt, by someone who obviously meant something very much to you. And now you say these things. No person who's had a perfect life like you supposedly say you have had says things like that." For the first time in his life, Tiburon was speechless. He couldn't believe that the other was so insightful. Usually he didn't have to worry about people catching on like that but... He should have known better. It wasn't his stupid ex or one of those stupid girls but it was Orion. He started to walk past Tiburon and whispered, "I pity you." as he passed the other's ear. Wordlessly, the shark grabbed the other's arm and forced him to look him in the eyes. "I don't need your stupid pity and I don't want it. I'm not hurt, never was. He was just a nice ass to me..." he sneered. He shoved the other away before starting to leave. "You're not even that...." How odd was it that Orion reminded Tiburon of that Catholic boy? "Like I'd want to be your flavor of the week," he said just as quietly, before transforming into the hawk -whose beak looked rather crushed on one side- and flying off. ... Later that night, when most of the students were going clubbing at the White Rabbit and making the most of the remainder of their summer, a woman appeared out of no where. "Like I would want to be your flavor of the week," Orion said. Those were the words running through his head as Tiburon sat at his usual table. He was with his usual group and they were all about their usual mindless banter that he often chose to ignore and think about more important things. School was one such topic. Without a thought he stood and made for the bar to get another drink before getting snatched up. He stared at the woman who was so tiny and tried to figure out who she was. She did look so familiar. But before he could ask or be rude to her she was off talking faster than a teenage gossip on speed. "Hello dear, I'm sorry I pulled you from the club but I heard what I could from Orion about what happened today and I just wanted to make sure you're okay? Are you okay?" she ran his hands over his chest and frowned. "No, come here dear." She grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the couch, and removed his shirt with magic from his back and to his lap folded ever so neatly. "I'm fine... really..." He protested. Orion... No wonder she looked so familiar. She heard a groan from the wall and looked around. There stood Orion fresh from the shower, towel around his waist, and arms crossed. Slight bruises were on his arm and his hips from the other's strong pressure, and his jaw though healed was the same. He sneered slightly at the other and moved off to his room. Tiburon almost jumped up then, how dare the other sneer at him. "Oh, he's just being silly," said the mother, pulling out her wand and letting it start a scan on the other; healing had been her favorite class at the school. "He won't even let me heal anything than his jaw which you broke so well dear." She said it in a reproving manner, but still smiling. Kind of like 'Dear, you broke the window with the baseball but I'm so proud of your improved swinging!' "Yes... He is silly isn't he?" He asked with a slight lisp with the 's'. "Sorry about that... I guess I kind of lost my temper there. I really have a problem with it but I'll definitely work on it," he promised before trying to stand up but finding that he wasn't going anywhere. "Well, as long as you realize your mistake," she nodded approvingly. He nodded back to her to let her know that he did understand and that he would be more careful. For some reason his danger radar was going off in his head and it was telling him that he was in trouble if he screwed up. It was then he looked up and really noticed Orion's trophies and award ribbons about the place. There were even several pictures of him smiling and laughing with his parents and friends were along the room intermitted. Clearly he was his parents' joy, unlike Tiburon with his. "How is Orion? I didn't hurt him too bad did I?" He asked looking sympathetic. "He gets hurt easily dear," she said and then spoke softer when the door clicked closed, obviously he'd been listening and didn't want his pride more hurt by what his mother would say next. "He's got light bones, and bruises even with a not so gentle grab of the arm, and yet he continues on with his gymnastics determinedly. Though I'm curious as to how he got the bruises on his hips. He just said that a crowd of people had pushed him into the boardwalk railings..." Obviously Orion had covered for the other, and the boy sat in his room at his window. He couldn't bear the shame of it, both lying to his mother and for doing it for someone he disliked so much. But he was worried about what his mother would say if she knew the reason of it. She was a very protective mother dragon. "Some people," he said not at all wavering at the fact that Orion had lied. It didn't seem beneath the kid really. But Tiburon thought of the other much differently now. "I guess I'll just have to keep an eye on him then. God forbid that he gets seriously injured." "I'd appreciate it. I daresay, he sometimes finds me overbearing," she smiled sheepishly. She couldn't help she loved her son so much. "Maybe I could see him?" He asked. "Of course, he should be dressed by now. I've got to get going, but it was a pleasure. You must come over for dinner sometime," she said, and kissed him on the cheek in a motherly fashion before leaving for the club she ran. He smiled at that kiss and waited till she had left. It was then that he rose from his spot on the couch and walked over to the room and then just waltzed in without knocking. "Hey... You ok? You know... I don't get why you didn't tell on me... Why didn't you?" He asked before shutting the door behind him. He didn't even comment on the other walking in without knocking or telling him he would. Orion continued to sit there at his window, not even bothering to look at the intruder. He would not give the other that. He noticed that Orion didn't really care to pay him any attention really. It was both frustrating and bothersome to one who was hardly ever ignored by anyone. He waited and listened to the response that the other gave. "Why do you care? You stay out of trouble, and you won't have to see me again until the bruises are gone. So why don't you leave now to go back down to the party?" "Maybe I don't give a rat's ass about any of the people I'm with and I'm much more interested in bugging you." He was honest enough when he felt like it. He moved over to the window and leaned against the wall. Orion tensed when the other approached and broke his personal bubble by leaning against the wall close by. He continued to stare determinedly out the window, watching the old man on the bench below reading page 47 of the book Pride and Prejudice. "Want to get out?" He asked thinking about what he wanted to do. "Get out and check out the school. I can get us in you know..." He offered. "Or go get something to eat? Whichever... Or I could stay here and just talk to you until you hex me out," he said dryly looking at the other. "I can't hex you anywhere," he said, gaining a slight growl to his voice. He was irritated the other continued to bother him. And in his own home even! That was going too far; he got enough of the prick at school to last him well enough! "I'm only eighteen; I would have gotten you back at the beach if I was a few months older." He noticed the growl and frowned at the other. "Listen... For once I am just trying to be civilized and I wanted to try and patch up what problems we have with one another. Is that such a bad thing? Obviously you know that I have my issues with things from my past and I'm sure that my..." he had to choose his words carefully in this situation. "...insecurities have caused me to cause you a great deal of grief. We've got three more years together and maybe we can make them semi-enjoyable. Hell, if we can't then we can go back to hating one another and I'll even promise not to hit you anymore..." he offered. He was smart, knew what the other needed to hear and wanted to hear and told him a mixture of the two. The other had told him to listen so Orion did, and by the end he was not quite facing the other but did have his head partially turned in the other's direction. He was trying to figure out if it was a trick, cause guys like Tiburon... well, he knew they could lie about anything and make it sound just as good as anything he wanted to hear. There were things that sounded promising but he wouldn't give up his caution and not trusting the other; he'd been given far too much shit in the past years. "What do you say?" He asked. "Want to get on the subway for a ride about the town? Get some grub and walk around the campus? Maybe you want to know why I take so much of my anger out on you." He offered hoping that would intrigue him. 'Cause you're an uncaring, shallow prick?' he thought casually, answering that question himself. But he figured the only way this guy was going to leave him alone was to at least go with some option. "I've already eaten. Let's go on the club's marina tour boat," he said, getting up to change. Worse came to worse (as the boat was an overnight ride) he would retreat to the family's private quarters and lock the door. Having changed enough in front of the other the last several years at school, he pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped his jeans from his hips with no problem. He got dressed in a sparkly black, long-sleeved shirt made of a thin, soft material that stopped above his belly button and tight pinstriped pants that rode low on his hips. He agreed and watched, not with interest but simply cause there was nothing else that he cared to look at in the room, as the other changed. He had never been on the boat tour but had heard that it was an all night thing and was a good place to talk. "Come on, before it leaves," the hawk said. An hour later he was regretting the decision of this, pressed against the other in the party room of the small yacht and being slightly pressed against the glass. Most of the people on the boat seemed to be an unusual crowd of rowdy drunks. Orion and Tiburon were slowly making their way out of the room when they got pinned like this. Orion was blushing suddenly and hit the other on the chest. It was terribly amusing to the blue haired boy at how many drunks were aboard the ship and honestly he knew quite a few of them but then they were pressed against the wall. He found this even funnier. He wasn't at all turned on by the other and with the accusation he was outraged. "You-you're not supposed to be happy about this situation!" The smaller said "What do you mean by happy?" He asked looking at the other with a slightly irritated look. He soon realized that the other was pressed against his phone. "That's my cell phone..." he said dryly. And then something horrifically funny happened. "My phone is set to vibrate..." He froze when the thing started vibrating strongly right next to- to him. Orion was feeling like electrical shocks were going up his body, and he ducked his head. He shuddered and trembled against the glass. Tiburon would have done something if he wasn't busy keeping them both up off the floor by pressing his hands against the glass. The phone was vibrating against Orion and there was really nothing either could do. "Orion, Are you ok?" He asked. He shook his head ever so slightly in the negative, and if one listened closely over the music, they'd hear his quaky breaths. Tiburon stared at the other and listened to the breathing and had to admit that the other's little gasps and whimpers were turning him on. He had much more control being that he was pretty experienced. A space cleared suddenly but not soon enough to stop the damage to the little virgin.