Metaphysicalli

By StarWolf

6/11/2004

Title: Metaphysicalli
Author: StarWolf (elendraug at )
Fandom: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Genre: Uhm. Romance? Kinda-not-really.
Rating: R
Warnings: slash, sex stuff
Pairing: Scriabin x Edgar
Distribution: Zarla is welcome to archive it on I'm Going To Kill You if she deems it worthy. No one else is allowed to touch it.
Disclaimer: JtHM is Jhonen's, Scriabin is Zarla's. Worship them both. 3
Summary: Nice dream. (100 word drabble.)
Authoress' Notes: Wow, I really love combining words to make my titles. I also love Radiohead far too much. Someone shoot me.

Oh, and Edgar is from the second issue of Johnny. For those of you who haven't read Vargas yet...what is wrong with you?

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It's two in the morning, and Edgar's sure he's hallucinating.

"Edgar."

"Scriabin?"

"Shh, you're sleeping."

Smooth hands brush back short, black bangs.

"Why...?"

"Because, my dear, I care about you."

Soft mouth, warm tongue. Light, trailing touches. It's as if he's not quite there.

Scriabin's a pianist, and his deft fingers play - staccato, legato - and quickly undo Edgar. Quiet whispers lull him back to unconsciousness.

"You don't want Nny, you want me. You don't need Nny, you need me. You don't love Nny, you love me."

Edgar wakes up to find sweat on his forehead and semen on his sheets.