Promise of Life

*All elements of Mystere and Kooza belong to Cirque Du Soleil. All elements of Las Vegas belong to the state of Nevada. There is Solstrom mergence (NOT SEX) in this chapter...you've been warned in advance.

Trickster laughed as his back hit the sandy grass outside the children's desert playground some ways outside the city…Moha practically stumbled over from the swing set Trickster had miraculously jumped seven feet in the air off of and SURVIVED…it wasn't long before the worried narrator's face came into the still-laughing Trickster's vision…

"Are you…alright?" Moha gasped as he kneeled over the Trickster, who was trying to catch his breath so he could respond;

"I-I'm alright…but STILL did you see your FACE when I went into the air?" he continued laughing as Moha blinked, flabbergasted…

"You…YOU WERE ABLE TO SEE MY EXPRESSION FROM THAT HIGH UP WHILE DOING A FLIP MID-AIR?" Moha practically SCREAMED as Trickster continued laughing…

"Of course," Trickster said, getting his breath back as the laughter settled down, "FIRST of all, I can pick your face out from a CROWD of men and women wearing pink bowler hats, you know I would!"

"Ah YES" Moha murmured sarcastically, his eyes glancing off to the side, "My ever faithful stalker…ALSO easy to pick out of a crowd, ironically…"

Trickster chuckled as he gracefully reached for the man-in-pink's face and turned the Narrator to face him, enjoying the surprised look that suddenly aligned the Narrator's expression as trickster whispered, "But also…I LOVE the concerned…the honest, genuinely WORRIED concern...look you gave me as I went into the air…"

"Wh-what are you saying?" Moha whispered, suddenly nervous as Trickster raised himself up with a hand on the narrator's shoulder…gazing into those eyes again…those haunting, PASSIONATE, FOCUSED White eyes…

"What I mean is…I KNOW you care for me, Moha-Samedi," Trickster purred his name for affect, enjoying the red blush that appeared on Moha's cheeks in response, "and as you already should know, I care DEEPLY about you…you and I…we may be OPPOSITES…but we're a lot alike, too…both protectors…leaders…want-to-be-LOVERS…I always thought I had seen everything this world had to offer…but then YOU showed me something new…not only through the stage lights of Mystere…but under the lights of Las Vegas itself…yet even THEY compare not to the lights dancing in your eyes…and your smile…"

Trickster's voice seemed to get quieter and more heated with passion and longing as he spoke…yet his face got closer and closer to Moha-Samedi's as the man in pink found he'd been lowered, back first, onto the ground, a purple and scarlet blanket suddenly underneath him as trickster leaned over him, Trickster's lips SO CLOSE-! Trickster chuckled as his gold painted knuckles stroked Moha's face…

"Won't you smile for me, narrator of Mystere? And…won't you join me under the stars in a lover's dance tonight?"

Trickster's voice was so honest, so warm and caring…a side Moha-Samedi didn't doubt had NEVER been shown to anyone else before…a voice Moha had only DREAMED of hearing from a true lover's lips…yet…he'd never imagined it to be coming from a man…never from a TRICKSTER…yet suddenly his mind seemed to, for the first time in his life, AGREE with his rapidly beating heart…this being before him LOVED HIM…CARED for him…and suddenly, never more in his life was the narrator of Mystere absolutely certain that he wanted to love the Trickster back…

So it was in response that Moha abandoned his fears and defenses, allowing his eyes to flutter closed as he felt Trickster's warm, ruby lips lock with his own…

Moha gasped into Trickster's mouth at the strange, sudden sensations coursing through his heart and soul…never, NEVER had he felt like this…so full, so warm…so LONGING and eager…his body was relaxed and calm, where usually he was so uptight and scared…yet now, as Trickster's hands rubbed his shoulders, the lips caressing in one kiss after another, Moha-Samedi wanted nothing less than to allow the man above him to take him…

Moha's arms wrapped around Trickster's shoulders, wanting to bring the powerful master of Kooza closer to his body as their lips broke apart…Moha's breath caught in his throat as Trickster's lips made their way down his neck, hands rubbing circular motions over his chest…Moha found himself gripping Trickster's hand to his rapidly beating heart as Trickster pulled away to look into his eyes…the powerful man smiled as he took Samedi's other hand, placing it over HIS heart…both men smiled as they were swept into another, albeit slightly more heated kiss…

By the time they broke apart, Moha's breathing had become shallow, his face flushed and stomach muscles quivering with the coursing heat of his Solstrom, his very soul, no doubt being aroused and awakened by his sudden new longing…Trickster smiled as he un-did the buttons of Moha's shirt, eagerly sweeping it and the jacket somewhere out of sight and out of mind as his gold fingers easily traced the now sensitive ringmaster of ceremonies chest…Moha's breathing hitched again, his hands grasping the blanket underneath him as his eyes clenched shut, arching into Trickster's heated touch…

Yet suddenly, those hands which were grasping the sheets suddenly dived forward and delved under Trickster's shirt…Kooza's creator hissed in pleasure as he lifted his arms over his head, eagerly allowing the shirt and vest to be pulled off before the narrator grabbed him down to the sheet for another heated, longing kiss…

Soon, their bodies were arching into each other's touch, arching into the heated ecstasy as their lips seemed to spark and pour their Solstroms down each other's throats, sating their quench for each other…yet they were still thirsty, and needed more of each other…their still-clothed legs intertwined as their chests met, feeling each other's heartbeats as their hands seemed to move faster...and Faster…and FASTER-!

Moha found the tears in his eyes IMPOSSIBLE to hold back as they rolled down his face…trickster noticed this and kissed the tears away, suddenly flipping him onto his back again rubbing his chest at an impossible pace as Moha struggled to meet speed, burying his face in Trickster's shoulder…

They both released their energies into each other so fast, there was barely time to cry out…they grasped the other with such intensity, nails digging into skin, faces buried in each other's necks…over trickster's shoulder, Moha's eyes flashed open, seeing Trickster's and his own Solstrom swirling about in a brilliant whirlpool of scarlet, purple and magenta lights against the starry sky…

When the warm height of pleasure finally settled down, the lights facing, the starry sky suddenly became a back drop for the handsome man suddenly leaning above him…his red hair slightly soaked from the heat of the moment, white eyes no longer haunting, but warm, passionate, and focused on him as he whispered in a still heated voice…

"Do you love me, Moha-Samedi?"

"…More…More than anything…"

Moha was slightly surprised at how sure and honest and…passionate, he sounded when he said that…but Trickster obviously couldn't ask for anything more as he delved down to embrace HIS Narrator, hiding the tears of happiness from Moha's vision as Moha-Samedi gazed into the TRUE lights of Las Vegas, winking in promise of secret down at them from the sky…

*OMG I FINISHED A FANFIC LONGER THAN ONE CHAPTER! WOOOOOOT! And during a HURRICANE with NO POWER!